My written words
tell a story that
I refuse to unveil
You just don’t
notice it yet
You will understand
when I’m gone
You will be
on your own
with everything
that you wanted
all by yourself
My written words
tell a story that
I refuse to unveil
You just don’t
notice it yet
You will understand
when I’m gone
You will be
on your own
with everything
that you wanted
all by yourself
Storm of Ink 
I pray that you don’t intend to commit to loneliness…a brilliant mind like you deserves great love💕💕💕
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Awe you are so sweet
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I’m speechless ❤️
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i like how this refers to people reinterpreting the art and writing of dead creators. or at least that is how I interpret the last part:
“You will be
on your own
with everything
that you wanted
all by yourself”
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Now that’s a great interpretation! Thank you
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