Written by Jacob Ibrag
Grasp for the pen my
friend. Write till you can’t. Write
till there’s nothing left. And when the
emptiness settles in, fill yourself
with new experience.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Grasp for the pen my
friend. Write till you can’t. Write
till there’s nothing left. And when the
emptiness settles in, fill yourself
with new experience.
Reblogged this on THE OBSESSIVE WRITER.
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Writing never ends. You captured it perfectly!
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Thank you π
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Some days it’s pretty hard, other days you keep writing
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Awesome!
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Thanks π
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This….my all time favorite
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Thank you very much π
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Beautiful
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Thanks Dainelle π
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Beautiful! ππ
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Thank you π
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Write to immortalize the voices that will sing you lullabies when the time runs out and we turn into ashes and are carried all around the world, all the way to the stars, all the way to the new dawn when we meet again…
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Beautiful words π
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Inspired by your words that are infinitely richer and so beautifully empowering. hopeful. timeless.
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Thank you very much π
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Beautiful β€
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Thanks Carter π
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Fantastic. Even with my side rent, It seems all the words pour out, yet the black fist remains within, it’s grip, unrelenting.
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Thank you π
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