
When I write, I give it like blood
all my emotions like DNA
unique to me
only it can be shared with others
it passes through to the world
I’ll never know if it lives on
a day
a week
a month
a year
…forever
but I won’t stop bleeding my words
I’ll still give away my life
for longer life
for my story
How beautifully poetic. Sometimes we write and forget about it but the reader remembers it for a long time. The blood, sweat, and tears are not for naught.
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They are indeed. Love your comment, you explained it perfectly as always. 🙂
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your Observational Skills & translations are incredibly astute and candid
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Thank you, that means a lot to read a comment like this. Take care.
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