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Blank Paper

It's noon and I wish I could write. Pour everything I want to confess. But no, nothing came out of a letter or a word. It is difficult even if it is not obvious. I hold a pen and paper. A lot of it explodes in my brain. I would like to convey to you that you have made my heart attractive. The case is the difficulty, the difficulty is the writing of what I feel. As if it would be funny or too mad. I don't know how but this is what I thought. I thought of a way to tell you. ***The writing***. *Because it's my mouth*. This is the only way I can express my anger or love. Whether it's funny or "corny" listen. But even so, I will continue in a way that is light. It will ease me and the people who read that it was not written in vain. A blank paper and an ordinary one like me. All the messages are written the way I know them. It will make you think. And visit the nights at night watching. It's funny because they always talk. While the clouds are sleeping. I hold a blank paper. There is no discomfort in my troubled brain.

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