Autumn
I am writing under a pen name, under the comfort of non-identity, as Autumn. I am not one to be bound by a few scattered words. I go much more than I can currently express. Each time I write about myself for a new blog, I show a different dimension of myself, and I rain upon with words a different facade. I hope to write for myself and not to satisfy the poetic eye of others. I simply wish to express and let go. To express and understand. To express and appreciate.
I am writing under a pen name, under the comfort of non-identity, as Autumn. I am not one to be bound by a few scattered words. I go much more than I can currently express. Each time I write about myself for a new blog, I show a different dimension of myself, and I rain upon with words a different facade. I hope to write for myself and not to satisfy the poetic eye of others. I simply wish to express and let go. To express and understand. To express and appreciate.
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