Song of Madness
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Apr 4, 2017
I've always thought that writing is the song of the mind and heart.
This is my song.
Some of these are rants. Some are parts of stories halfway sung. A song without a melody. A song without a tune or flow. I write these but don't know the end. Don't know if its the beginning.
Only one thing is for sure:
It comes from the deep recesses of my mind.
Id appreciate it if you guys could read and/or star at least one of them. Pick one from the contents that stands out to YOU.
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