Space

i wrote a poem today
and i realised i don’t need the fame
i don’t need a fortune
i just need stories to fill the page
add colour to the white space
break the stray jacket as i escape
the invisible white walled cage
a broken writer, addicted to pain
love me or hate me,
all i need is this space

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