the view of my room is the sound of the wind the curtains are drawn and it gently blows in the view from my room is the feeling of warmth the soft carpet I squeeze between my toes the view from my room

my biggest problem is not the pouring rain nor the lying autumn, nor these empty streets everywhere feels broken I cant hold the time looking into your eyes I watch these empty streets and I scream in

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Hello Steemit, I have been reading alot of the posts on here and wanted to do a quick introduction of myself, I am an aspiring writer. I like to write about how I feel in stories that are relatable. They

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