So I decided to fill it. With a different sort of emptiness, albeit, but it's something, maybe.
On certain nights. If you want it.
Everything's in the subjunctive now.
How boring, how commonplace.
I write. I'm not a writer. There are works
and there are vignettes, but I'm not a writer.
I haven't found anything to vindicate me.
Maybe someday.
I don't like believing in things
but I can. I do. For a while.
I wanted to say that I write things.
I used to draw, I used to art,
but now it's just sort of.
whatever.
That's all.






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I have a pocket sun boy
I\'m everything that burns in you...
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.both are really appreciated (:
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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look here [link]
...the point is, who will stop me?!
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