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Moments like these, I find a thousand breaths.
…I cant swallow a single one of them.
Im in love with love, to such a beautiful extent.
Tradegy painted me black.
But now I find the sting gratifying.
100 pages, and its right now, that I begin to turn them.
I admire the feeling till my heart aches red.
I feel like an explosion of therapy.
Its this sudden longing/need to express this feeling.
So i grab a pen and i put pen to paper.
The pen glides along the lines, tearing a hole as it draws itself a conclusion.
Its just too intense.
Differcult to breathe. I inhale. I shudder. I exhale.
My eyes pull wide open.
Im in love with what coats my eyes.
This passion (If i can even call it that) is what is driving me insane.
And at this moment Im left silent.
Not a single knife to my thoughts.