I miss writing. I miss being able to write down my thoughts like running water.
What happened?
Somewhere between analyzing my thoughts and living my life, I got lost. I got lost in the actions. I never stopped to look back to see where I've been. I just kept going. Kept running. Because I've never felt like that before. So free, and untamed.
What happened?
If it felt so good, why did I lose myself in the process? Lost the ability to write about the ups and downs and in betweens of my life.
What happened?
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