living

no, I haven’t been writing poetry I’m busy living out there walking down the streets partying through the nights working to make the earnings I don’t have the time to sit down and write to think about life to just exist in this world contemplate the nothing and everything but now that I’m writing I feel… I feel something I had forgotten like I lit a spark in the darkness like something died and I brought it back

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