I Don't Even Know What To Write

 But I write because I have to. I write so I have an outlet. I write so I can see I have a soul. I write and hear what I'm too confused to say. I write to combat myself. 

I'm going back to Idaho. I guess I could say a thing or two about that. 

But no... 

I won't today. Not now at least.

I have 35 minutes to kill before school starts and this too could be spoken about.

My gratitude...

My impatience. 

But no...

I won't today. Not now at least. 

So I'll end it here for today. I wrote and through this I feel better. Even though nobody will see it. 

-Butterfly 

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