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Apr 14
I can’t stop writing.
I’ve stopped thinking,
And started pouring my feelings out through my fingers.
I find some release, but this sharp pain always lingers.
What comfort can I find writing down these ineffable emotions,
When perfect words surround me like oceans?
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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