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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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