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I write until my fingertips bleed from pouring my coffee-stained thoughts onto the page through my veins I carry creativity for so long in which I have kept in captivity to avoid negativity but I feel as though my words need to be shared my blood was meant to flow the garden in my brain is of plants in full bloom while the vessel I'm in is sat in my room with a laptop and a tea for this is me a writer at heart and a writer meant to be c.p
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Coffee-Stained thoughts
I write until my fingertips bleed from pouring my coffee-stained thoughts onto the page through my veins I carry creativity for so long in which I have kept in captivity to avoid negativity but I feel as though my words need to be shared my blood was meant to flow the garden in my brain is of plants in full bloom while the vessel I'm in is sat in my room with a laptop and a tea for this is me a writer at heart and a writer meant to be c.p
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
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