Write. Write. Write. Write.
Its my passion.
Its my runaway.
Its tell something that sometimes I couldn’t tell to anybody.
Its my journey.
Its the sadness, the happiness, everything.
Its life, my whole life.
Its everyone, everything, about me.
Its me, myself and I.
Its you.
Its him.
Its her.
Its them.
Its my other side.
I don’t ask you to enjoy, I just want you to understand.
