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Original and Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/02/27/poesia-e-riempio-ste-pagine/
And I write all of these pages,
to heal my wounds, deep inside of me.
So I won’t hear the screaming pain.
I can’t stop writing,
As I can’t stop this river of thoughts.
So I keep writing, pages and pages.
I know I miss something,
I have to keep doing it,
so I won’t feel empty.
There’s a hole in my soul…
So I keep writing,
pages, and pages.
I need to get out of me all I think
Using all of these words,
as a weapon.
I feel like a horse,
running wild, feeling the wind, in my hair,
free: to stop hurting.
To stop criying,
using those tears,
to ink my pages,
black on white.