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There were so many things that were never said, so many pages left unread. So many thoughts scribbled down, only to be watched as they drowned. So many plans turned to dust, so many memories overcome by rust. Promises that went with the wind, twilights that slowly began to dim. Hopes dwindled by the realization that there would never be a safe haven. Dreams killed by the absence of love and constant thoughts of never being enough. So many things that had to be said but nothing was ever put to bed. Words became echoes in the night, words became an oversight. So many thoughts impending, that left the most beautiful of stories without an ending.
-M.A. Fernández
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Soul to Ink- M.A.Fernández 
sad, forlorn, emotional. good writing.
Do you write every day?
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Thank you very much. Sadly I do not, it takes a toll mentally if I write for more than two months straight. Also I write from inspired by past experiences, not always comes to mind. Many times the thoughts or poems come randomly.
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