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Jun 2019
when a piece of paper used to be a
refuge
for my thoughts and ideas
remains blank,dull,empty.
i miss the feeling of comfort
whenever
a pen lies in my hand.
hands clutched firm into the paper
the pen never dared travel from the surface
without imagination, what is art after all.
i stopped drawing and the piano's been collecting dust n all my paint materials are getting hard hshahdsad what am i doing with my life
D A W N
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D A W N  17/F
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