I left so I could forget you
but somehow, I brought you with me.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see you
but somehow, you are more present in the midst of the darkness in my mind.
I started anew so I could live without you
but somehow, I died...
The ink of my pen is my blood. Every drop heals my wound. Even though you can tie my body but you can't tie my soul...I write what I want to write... no sugar coats,no romanticism... what I say is what I feel...I can't just talk about the pretty things in life. There's a lot of ugly things and in betweens. I think age is making me more honest and comfortable with my thoughts.
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