Creativity
Without creativity I am nothing,
I will go back to being a body,
still trapped in this shell,
until the point that I am overflowing with the precious liquid,
when it will gush out with all its passion,
with all its beauty,
with all its indefiniteness,
until I am refilled, I lay down my pen
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