I want to write.
I want to write everything in everywhere with every drop of syllable until my pen bleeds nothing but my own blood.
I want to write every fucking sanity I have until the last season of the year is calling me to stop.
I want to write every damn wrong lyrics I make or hear or think without bothering about the grammar.
I want to fucking write.
And I want to [fucking] keep [fucking] writing. Whether it's about you or him or her or anyone in this city that couldn't write out their own name.
I want to write.
And I won't. Fucking. Stop.
Until the battle of the war itself find another peace.
--g.c
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