Blank

Don’t know what to write.

Remember when I was a teen girl, I slept with my grandma in her room. We didn’t watch TV, I’d listen to her telling all her stories. Sometimes she repeated the same story again and again.

Sometimes, she didn’t say a word. I’d write when she’s quiet. I hadn’t compose yet, only wrote down famous poem.

I still remember, it was a winter night, the wind was screaming like a wolf. I wrote and wrote as releasing my emotions. I already had so many emotions when I was a teenager.

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