i wrote and wrote
spilled black ink on the paper
and watched it dry with the spilled crystals on my cheek
i laughed and laughed
at the lovely memories stuck on repeat
and the foolish things i did
perhaps i wasn't the same person i was before
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
i wrote and wrote
spilled black ink on the paper
and watched it dry with the spilled crystals on my cheek
i laughed and laughed
at the lovely memories stuck on repeat
and the foolish things i did
perhaps i wasn't the same person i was before
and i'm thankful for that
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