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I like writing, reading the most. 
but I don't read, nor I write.
I am a visitor; to pages and to screens. 

I scribble anything to everything.
calling my feelings, harnessing myself.
anything that makes slight sense, 
but mostly it just sucks.

but I don't give up,
its therapy, cheap one for a cheapo like me.
its a platform, it can be anything,
diary, friends, mocker, anything that fits my emotions.

basically, I think its self indulge twaddle. 
that I love, 
who keeps my secrets.
anything to everything.


this,
one of many thoughts, 
I am asking you to keep it because I need to free some space from my brain. 
I have lots to process today,
work and home.

i miss home. 

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