Never in the process of writing have I felt regret,
Never with words streaming will I ever be in debt.
As thoughts transform from world to mind to pen,
There won’t be a place to keep me hemmed in.
Nowhere in this journey on an unknown course
Will I ever, for any word released, feel remorse.
For every writer there must exist some sorrows,
Of my wordless yesterdays unlike my morrows.
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