Dear pen,
I have known you for 23 years; yet deducting 22, it has left me with only one; for me to fathom that you have always been my fortress but still i remain shortsighted, (The irony) .
I can't begin to imagine the amount of patience you played, before coming to my aid. See! from this, I want to dedicate myself entirely to you; hoping I could at least attempt to replace a fraction, of your good-natured tolerance of my delay; like back in the day, when i had written those 4 tracks and my words couldn't echo the fact; that i was moving in circles like a relay. Am sorry!
So for as long as the ink, escapes through your ball point, I promise to indite what the paper appreciates. Because of you, I will signal these words down to my audience and their phone screens; just to get a message across and not with a view to abbreviate. I will write, but won't focus on the one step required to make my journey of a thousand miles, but focus more on my endowment; that compiles my truths; some of which will make them glad, and some of course will be sad; making them shed tears forming watercourses like the Nile, some of which will be undetermined; like relationship goals of two Juveniles.
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