Freedom
Words that speak in a matter when my lips are sewed shut
As if I break it, blood gushes out and ends my current state of reality.
Grants the pen a freedom to complete the task it was made for
My joints rejoice when my thoughts is being possessed through the medium onto the paper
It helps me discover elements within my mind that haven’t had a chance to surface through the six senses
It taught me it is a state of living
The opportunity for free thinking
It can be apart of different realms
Always has the partner of purpose
Never fades....
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