Seriously

I wasn’t kidding. I actually have this craving to envelop in conversation about the deepest things in my mind. Things that seem so hidden I have to speak slowly because they seem sacred. Its like bearing a child; almost painful. These things do not reflect in how I write. Or do they?

Good Morning.

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