write and fill pages with my words whites are sheets of notebook paper, sheets of notebook. Every word is a part of the world, my inner world and personal. I write because I could not express in words. So I write and the pen glides quickly to make clear a tangled thoughts. I write about love, suffering and everything that goes through my head. When I write I empty the big barrel that is my mind. empties to make room for new thoughts that will come back. And so it begins: New Worksheets and new ink, black, indelible make my profound thought. 
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