i write poetry from the cigarettes breathed in through these fragile lungs and from the bittersweet tastes of an occassional glass of whiskey. it somehow feels cathartic, as if i'm giving birth to a certain emotion bubbling up inside me, give it life by nurturing and developing it, and writing it in ink and paper to immortalise it. i reckon i'm a little bit over my head, because somehow, i am.

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punctuations punctuations Dec 02, 2015 01:08PM
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