Lost Things

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Whenever I feel lost or fed up, I write. 
So, I gathered everything and it turned out to be messy. 

But I figured that it's still art, and art is always beautiful.

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It is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.

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