As writers, The perfect escape is writing.
Scribbling our soul heart on piece of paper is what we do. Writing is our escape where we can scribble anything.
Our weapon is our pen.
It can be sad at times, because we pen down what we feel,Deaths ,break...
The face that I had known might just had vanished In this world of fear and storm. Life is what I can't relish, feeling Betrayed,Broken or Torn I seek, Shadow in a desert, For what I trusted is all gone, For these faces are mere traces of evil souls, Lost in a world so small, I wish for escaping. I can't keep waiting till all the trust is gone...-Z.s.h
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