Someone told me, I should be happy I'm that writing again...
Honestly, I don't see how.
Writer's to me, are cursed souls; Roaming the earth with a pen full of words, a heart full of pain and not a soul to talk too.
But they don't stop, the world around them keeps moving and they try their best to cope up with it, or atleast till the day they can.
If one day they get up, to feel their blankets weighing more than their heavy hearts, that's the day the world losses a soul; that's the day a writer is (re)born again.
Writer's to me, are cursed souls
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