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Rupi Kaur is so entirely correct. I'm not sure if writing is healing me or destroying me either. I get to say what I want, what I think. But from this writing comes those sleepless nights From this writing comes those silent screams in my brain From this writing comes a roaring, a deep, deep set roaring From this writing comes these bags under my eyes From this writing comes so much of my effort, my brainpower, my time From this writing comes her From this writing comes thinking, which is to be alive From this writing is maturity From this writing is growth And I'm not sure if this writing is creating me or destroying me. :;, ,;:
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
From this writing
Rupi Kaur is so entirely correct. I'm not sure if writing is healing me or destroying me either. I get to say what I want, what I think. But from this writing comes those sleepless nights From this writing comes those silent screams in my brain From this writing comes a roaring, a deep, deep set roaring From this writing comes these bags under my eyes From this writing comes so much of my effort, my brainpower, my time From this writing comes her From this writing comes thinking, which is to be alive From this writing is maturity From this writing is growth And I'm not sure if this writing is creating me or destroying me. :;, ,;:
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
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