❝ I am lost behind, the words I’ll never find. 
And I’m left behind, as seasons roll on by. ❞

This is what it looks like when I weave my thoughts into words. Nothing special comes out of it, most likely poor grammar and typographical errors. You will find traces of me hidden within the lines I write. Like childhood memories, each shard fading away slowly. That said; I am a shy person. I embody many flaws including the tendency to keep things bottled up. I also prefer to be alone rather than in the company of others at times. Perhaps, that is why I write. My hands know just what to say, when my mouth cannot voice out the words. Yet, I've learnt that even flowers grow in the darkest parts of you.

Coffee is amazing.
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