When I write this..." poem "-? No, I don't think it is... it's just a fucking paper. So, when I write this paper, I'm just in a sort like overthinking.
What it this sensation ? What is the word I just listen ?
It's like a sound in my mouth, a name in my head, a death in my heart.
They can say : " Shit, you're just look so alive, I can't understand you. "
But, what does it mean-?
My dear, it's not an overthinking, you know. This is the chapter in your life, when you're thinking it is the end.
" And, it is-? "
No, it's not. It's a part of your life when you just want to...fly. And when you wanna fly, you wanna be free.
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✎. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌
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