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I do not write when words fail to capture the emotions within me—the storms, sunlight, and raging waves crashing against the walls of my heart.
I look at the blank page only to understand that there is no way to understand. There is no way to say it. No way to paint it. I might as well, just let it drown me—this maddening inability to say it as it deserves to be said.

I do not know whether a mountain rests on my chest, or the entire world, or the weight of every step taken by both God and the Devil.