I've got nothing better to do,
So why not write?
It's done me such good before,
Scared away fright,
Fought my way out of so much,
Wiped some sad tears,
Put a comforting hand on my back,
Conquered my fears.
So now's a time as good as any,
Might as well write.
Poetry will always take care of me
Every single night.
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