My mind is clouded and my pen is the rain. Let my emotions fall then.
Let them fall until they cease to be.
Let it blemish and stain each and every page of this journal.
Until it's unusable. Undesirable. Unwanted.
Until I become the inked journal I possess in my trembling hands.
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Apples Are Life
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