▪♤ Dear table, ♤▪
You always gave me a shoulder to lean on when I wanted to cry. You were open all the time for me to bang my head on you when I'm angry. You greet me with open arms when I feel like not doing anything at all when I sit in front of you.
You never complained when I laid my cluttered treasure trove of art materials on you. Never did you utter a single word when I wanted to just scratch away at you because it's just so satisfying.
I don't know how I can express my gratitude more.
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Enlightenment | Journal Number One
Random❝ my eyes have been opened ! :'000 ❞ ⎯ people back in the enlightenment period? h This is a journal of a young adolescent who needs help.
