Alive

I was writing like the devil,

’till the paper nearly burned my hand.

I was painting like a lunatic,

’till there was no color left.

I was singing like it would be the last time,

’till I nearly lost my voice.

I was playing the violin like I would be obsessed,

’till I nearly broke the bow.

I was acting like a demoniac,

’till the stage was nearly broken.

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