Written by
Hara Prasad Juvvala
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Pain Makes Me A Writer
I write
Write with pain as my quill and tears as my ink
Write with my broken heart as my muse
Write with my sighs as my words
Everyone can read what I write
But I alone can know the meaning
Everyone can understand what I write
But I alone can perceive the feeling
I had no idea
No idea that to be a writer
All I needed to do was to suffer
And let my emotions break their tether