Its been 2 years and more since I've visited this space.
Well, I guess writing sorrows for the wastepaper basket was too much. I stopped.
But the words in my head, they didn't.
I grew up, graduated, and found a job like everyone else.
I grew out of this phase like I'm suppose to.
Well just because its concealed, doesn't mean its non-existent.
Feelings included.
About Me
- S.WING
- I met a stranger. Strangers are suppose to be intriguing. Indeed, he is. He taught me something rare, to write for the paper basket. I guess this is it, entries of paper basket. Raw feelings.
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