Sometimes in the night I cry
Sometimes in the night I try
To wrestle with my conscience
Over my violent mind
But I know that I won't find relief
Until I
Write it down, write it down
Get it out of my system
Flush it out of my mind
For paper cannot sorrow over dark thoughts
Pick up a pen
Let those thoughts flow
Let them out of my mind
Take them out of my life
Let them go

I still have attacks of this now and again - a persistant dream or scene or story that I don't want in my head but refuses to leave until I write it down, then departs without another word.
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