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when the storm has swept by, there are words, feelings, emotions and pieces of our soul left behind.
that's why we write.
because they're left scattered, undecipherable, crushed.
we take it one by one and align them together. we make beauty out of the chaos the storm has left behind.
when it's all done, the storm reveals it's purpose right there on time.
that's why we write.
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YOU ARE READING
Locked Up
Puisi❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
