I feel free when
I fill paper with my thoughts.
Try to make sense by joining dots.
In my mind going on alot.
Trying to write all but keeping it short.
Writing is like water in drought.
After spilling which, i feel unbound.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
I feel free when
I fill paper with my thoughts.
Try to make sense by joining dots.
In my mind going on alot.
Trying to write all but keeping it short.
Writing is like water in drought.
After spilling which, i feel unbound.
Writing, the only way a my soul feels free.
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