Step after step you live this imaginative state,
breath to breath you crave what your mind can't take.
Into a circulating massacre your heart is born,
and born again is not a mistake.
A pattern in which we cannot defy.
It is more of an insurance that one my soon, rely.
Cursive is written so perfectly clear,
the lines so delicate with the curves so sincere.
Im not really sure why this came out. To me it is beautiful, without much meaning a few words could flow from the tips of my fingers. I regret the fact that i have chosen to not write for so long now that i believe that i have become a little out of sync. I know in time i will be in touch with my inner self one again. Like a rebirth of spontaneous thoughts that are ever so eager to be thought of. To me this more of a beginning, an awakening. Another chance to find myself and what was lost from the good that slowly faded along with all the bad.
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