I haven't given myself to writing in a long time.
I missed it.
I'm beginning to think I needed it.
Words on paper... help.
They help me organize.
They help me feel.
They help me exist.
Music and words...
They make me nostalgic.
No...
I'm sad.
As of now I'm no one.
I'm not myself.
Who am I?
I need to find myself.
Existing as a lost soul...
It's not right.
I need help.
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Collection of Thoughts
RandomHey guys. It's been a while... Not expecting anyone to read this. I just needed writing back in my life some how. So I'm going back to having and sharing thoughts... because writing is the only way I can think.