A Letter to MOM

Mummy,
I'm brimming over with pain. There is a vacuum around me even though having a high profile status.
I'm squeezed, wanna come to you, wanna stand firmly.
Call me as a child. 
I don't wanna see the word 'busy' in my dictionary again.
I'm yours only yours.

It's your ink.



 
GOOGLE IMAGE

I poured it 
Through the pages 
For the years,

My words 
Your gleam, 

What do you think 
It's your ink.

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