LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
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We speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, the inner battle that we all have, and more so to express ourselves.
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE
-Everything written here is my random thoughts.
~For the cover credits to xinni.studio (ig)
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