08 Sep

my mind, my heart, stuffed

stuffed with unknown

no air can go through

it's heavy, heavy, heavy

it pulls me down, down, down

i'm sinking

i'm losing myself sooooon

a voice within me

tells me i can't weigh myself down

i grind the ink stick

i pick up the brush

i begin to write

one roll, two rolls

by the third

the weight has left me

i'm good



20Feb
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