I’m not a brilliant writer. I just happen to have emotions that overflow just like many other people. Except mine don’t come out in paintbrush strokes or delicate graceful moves, they spill into words and phrases.
Some days I have a lot to write, full to the brim with words and thoughts. Other days, I don't know where to begin. Once in a while, I'm afraid to bring out a memory in fear that it will refuse to leave and stay to haunt me. Some days, I simply ache with feelings that cannot be explained in mere words.
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