Some might call it poetry.
Some might call it random words.
Some might call it trash.
Some might call it gold.
Some might call it meaningless words.
Some might call it a piece of art.
I call it my thoughts.
I call it my feelings.
I call it the one thing that keeps me sane.
This book is whatever you want it to be. It’s your choice. Make of it what you will;
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