Muted

[seoulsistah]

Writing hasn't been as fluid as it used to be for me. It used to pour from my fingertips so easily. My thoughts and emotions swelled inside of me and came crashing down on the page like a tide. And now it seems I am dehydrated. I picture my thirsty voice trudging through a burning desert, coming only across mirages of redemption. And because

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[on_my_sleeve]

i get like that from time to time too. don't worry, you'll find your voice again.