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The ink as blue as the deepest ocean, splattering out like it was made of water. All these cool collected thoughts being strewn about a blank page, filling it, making it full again. All the emotions, regrets, and hidden thoughts are talked about on here. This simple page. In a way all the seas, moons, flowers, and sunsets cannot match the beauty. The beauty of these dark blue waters forming words. Words people speak everyday. This of course has not been said, because there is unlimited possiblilities. All of them staring you in the eyes watching and waiting. Waiting to be used or thought of. Waiting to be written out across the page.
The ink as blue as the deepest ocean, splattering out like it was made of water. All these cool collected thoughts being strewn about a blank page, filling it, making it full again. All the emotions, regrets, and hidden thoughts are talked about on here. This simple page. In a way all the seas, moons, flowers, and sunsets cannot match the beauty. The beauty of these dark blue waters forming words. Words people speak everyday. This of course has not been said, because there is unlimited possiblilities. All of them staring you in the eyes watching and waiting. Waiting to be used or thought of. Waiting to be written out across the page.
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