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So I've been seeing a lot of poetry floating around about why people write. I thought, well, I might as well do one as well 
But I don't want to make an actual deviation out of it because this isn't actually going to be a poem. I don't think.
I've been through some stuff in my life, it's not as extreme as some have it, but it is there. There's been lots of pain, sadness, confusion, rage, teenage angst (I had to add it), unrequited love (or just half assed crushes that never got anywhere), blood, sweat, and tears, etc... Either way, the point is that I've been through more than I can say for a lot of my fellow peers (at school, mind you. It seems everyone on deviantArt has some sob story one way or another). I wouldn't say I write to convey my feelings, opinions, thoughts, and emotions, though that is a huge part of why I do.
I'd say I write to find. I write because I want to find others who feel what I feel, who think what I think, who experience what I experience.
I'd say I write to be found, that someone will find me and know that they're not alone out there. The world is a scary place, and I'd say that my writing is a diary that will help me along my path of survival.
I'd say I write because I'm alone. And I don't want to be alone, as fun as it is to hold pity parties for myself.
I'd say I write to say thank you. Thank you, to each and every single person who tries to understand my poetry and therefore, try to understand me.
I'd say I write because I want someone to try and know me. I'd say I write because if they're just words, I can't be judged by what I look like, what I wear, what my voice sounds like, or what I say out of moments of stupidity.
I'd say I write to say you're welcome. For every person that thanks me, my poetry is there also to show that I'm like them and that my favorite or comment means as much as it would for someone to like something of mine.
I'd say I write for more things, but really, there's no reason. Because each and every single one of you out there uses words to some extent. And maybe the ones who I'm writing this for, are reading this and understand why I write because why I write, might be why you write.
I'd say I write for me.
And
I'd say I write for you.
*Catching Title*
I hope my master plan worked with the whole title thing and that you're reading! If you aren't, well. You aren't. If you are, however, hello! I'd like to believe that you're reading this because you recognize/remember me and you're interested in my life (in a non-creepy way) and whatever I have to say!
Basically, I just wanted to say that for the millionth time I'm going to attempt to become more involved with dA again with both my accounts (the other being JJmyster22 (https://www.deviantart.com/jjmyster22)) and I'd like to become so involved that I actually COMMENT on pieces I like. I mean, I already did that but you all know that I'm pretty terrible when it comes to comment
Hello guys c:
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't been on as much ^^ I haven't even been that active on my main account. Sorry if I've ignored you guys/haven't put anything on lately. It's mostly because I'm really busy and really lazy. Sorry :c
Here's a bad poem about love for all you lovely watchers c:
Life is my own and it is my own
And I will take charge of it
Life is my own and it is my own
And I will use up every bit
Life is my own and it is my own
And I am going to
Life is my own and it is my own
And eventually I will find you
If you guys want to chat and don't feel like waiting a few months for a reply, go message me on my alternate account: :d
Acella
Acella is seventeen. Every day, she wakes at six to drag herself to school. At three, she tiredly slumps over to the seedy building on ninth street; the one that has bright lights that flash everywhere. The one that never sleeps. The one where screams are muffled, where tears are hidden, where girls are held. She lets Karmen, a twenty year old veteran with the eyes of the dead, coat her face in makeup- bold blacks and sultry reds. She lets Karmen pick out lace trimmed bras, satin thongs. She lets the woman coo at her when she wears them, like they both don't know what comes next. Like they're innocents, instead of the defiled. Like they'
Would you
Hello, how are you all today? Me? I'm a little down. You know what would make me happy? If you guys went and joined my group #STFUAndJoin (https://www.deviantart.com/stfuandjoin). Please? Pretty please?
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I'm reading this through and it's just like, cringe. Jesus.