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I write for fun

(Not in Italian)

To grow

Sometimes

To purge my soul of pain

Other times to pour out the pure white light

Of inner joy

Glowing

Freely inside me

For no good reason

And when I think there is a cause

I know

If I hold on

It will soon dim my light and bring more pain

So

Whatever happens

I am condemned to write

It's all the same