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... shame, i've forgotten how my words used to unfurl like a folded piece of origami how it felt to write like my blood was filled with nothing but metaphors and ink how my words used to fit with each other utterly perfect together all i see now, are jumbled letters looking too foreign and alien in my eyes; unfamiliarity what used to be burning passion and life in every piece now screams; u b i q u i t y distinctiveness, g o n e emotion, g o n e the story in a work done, the feeling that emanated then, the desire that kept it going, g o n e
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
from the writer who stopped writing
... shame, i've forgotten how my words used to unfurl like a folded piece of origami how it felt to write like my blood was filled with nothing but metaphors and ink how my words used to fit with each other utterly perfect together all i see now, are jumbled letters looking too foreign and alien in my eyes; unfamiliarity what used to be burning passion and life in every piece now screams; u b i q u i t y distinctiveness, g o n e emotion, g o n e the story in a work done, the feeling that emanated then, the desire that kept it going, g o n e
it is all gone.
#writing#givingup#passion#love
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midnightwriter
23/F/earth
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
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