"Could you help me write a poem? Regarding the situation of her and me now." He said.
"I charge per alphabet." I said.
"I'll pay." He replied.
"Like a breath of life, you breathed into me. Sweet endearing thing hanging by a string. I'm everything wrong and imperfect drawn by beauty and light. I took the step to fall again, I chose, not you. Not by your grace but by mine, in which you shall not want." I wrote.
The truth is, I find my freedom... in words.
"I charge per alphabet." I said.
"I'll pay." He replied.
"Like a breath of life, you breathed into me. Sweet endearing thing hanging by a string. I'm everything wrong and imperfect drawn by beauty and light. I took the step to fall again, I chose, not you. Not by your grace but by mine, in which you shall not want." I wrote.
The truth is, I find my freedom... in words.
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