_If I kept telling my feelings of disappointment, the ink would have dried up and my pen's ink would not run out.
_But I never wanted to expose my disappointments to others, but writing was my best companion, and my letters were the truest one who could describe what was inside me, and the pen was best describing that stagnant feeling in the depths of my heart.
_So I wrote lines inked in my own blood, at a time when people let me down and half inanimate me or nothing, that was the pen.
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Writing is the star of our life
RandomSometimes we can't express our thoughts and feelings to people, resort to writing until others understand us, cross our hearts and thoughts to reach what we want.💫
