_I was writing with a black pen on a black page.
I couldn't longer bear more pain, my soul became transparent, the aches and pains were growing, the space of my chest narrowed, my heart and mind were dying now.
I'm dying now and no one even sees this, tears fell and drowned me!
I will keep all the deep wounds of my heart.
I want to run away.
I want to take out all the noise and pent up sadness.
In me was a city full of life, conquered by wars and destruction;
That city collapsed, I could still hear the sound of dreams dying one by one.
Those screams louder and the ache is killing me;
I can't stop this screaming, maybe cry, I just couldn't get over this nonsense.
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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.💫
