I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined. I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned. — Natasha Bedingfield (Unwritten lyrics)
Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. — Natasha Bedingfield...
Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it. Release your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can...
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