When I write, the words flow from my soul into the keyboard as my hands swipe through the addictions of many and lay waste to the clunky keys.

When I write, the world pauses and my mind is absorbed into such grotesque things which plague my heart and open my soul up for the influence of all.

When I write, nothing is what seems, and what seems is in fact, nothing. 


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