Will I lay out my heart//On the ravenous, blank page//Will I finally start to start//Or sit, stagnant, in a rage...
Not Quite So
Will I lay out my heart//On the ravenous, blank page//Will I finally start to start//Or sit, stagnant, in a rage...
I just might uproot to escape the stillness...
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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