Silent. One thing I never am. But lately I haven't felt like what I have to say needs to be heard. People ask what's wrong. 'I'm just tired.' Seems to be my favorite response.
'Take these brain cells out my head
Fill my lungs, drain my heart
'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter
And I feel much better
And demons wave the white flag for me.'-Smoke Clouds by James Arthur
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Spoken Writings
AcakThis isn't anything interesting. Just little drabbles and short stories or stuff I feel like writing. Could range from writing to how I feel (which no one's interested in) ;) Mainly a list of things for me to look back on and see how far I've come
