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It comes naturally to write down my thoughts Even in the worst situations, When my mind is in knots No one to share with Except the pencil and paper My notebooks and notepads Stacked as high as a skyscraper Writers are the loneliest of people Or so, I’ve been told I believe the lonelier one is, the more pens one holds
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
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It comes naturally to write down my thoughts Even in the worst situations, When my mind is in knots No one to share with Except the pencil and paper My notebooks and notepads Stacked as high as a skyscraper Writers are the loneliest of people Or so, I’ve been told I believe the lonelier one is, the more pens one holds
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New York City
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
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