I must write or else:
to all my senses, I’m perpetually numb.
Catching up on my reading today . I continue to find your truth in poetry.
The ability to express grow and attack n ones true self . It is an ongoing journey , which you master well .
You are in commanyour vessel , the vessel of your mind heart and being . Allowing yourself to speak your truth , sharing it for those who find guidance splice and comfort and can relate to your honesty .
Wringing is clearly your breathe .
Thankyou for graciously sharing with the world . ❤️
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