The time: 10 years it's taken, from the time I started here and opened up an account as a teen with a messy mind.
Now, the wrath inside became my filter to which I can express myself now.
Confidently typing/writing each thought as it comes bleeding onto the keyboard, my head twirling into a kaleidoscope of ideas, all bright and vivacious.
The writing I used to do was so dark and depressing. The masterpieces that came out were jaw-dropping, but the hurt they were causing was not only heartbreaking but backbreaking. I could no longer carry its weight, so I let go, moved on from having such a chaotic heart, and organized my life to become more balanced, by practicing self-growth.
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