A blank page may stay blank
Or maybe covered by thoughts
Born in my pain
They could make it even more beautiful
I can write about whisper of the rain
About something weird or suitable
My writing could be forgotten
Or even lost
I can draw the beauty of autumn
What I hate and what I love at most. . .
Sometimes life's not fair.
Sometimes life does not fit.
A blank page could stay bare. . .
But purpose of pain is to cover it.
Purpose of my pain
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