every night -
her fingers tap-danced on the keyboard
alphabets joined to form words
and words turned into sentences.
feelings found a voice
and insomnia found a purpose.
love,
depression,
lust,
Passion,
shame,
and pain.
people recognised and
related to -
each and every feeling
of the imaginary people she created.
every emotion -
found its way on to the paper,
through her heart.
love made it skip a beat,
pain ripped it apart.
it was all worth it,
all that mattered.
her words were what made her -
what she was.
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