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i am hungry for a creative outlet. let's be real, i hate everything i have ever made in attempt to express myself.
i will start doing that thing again where i write everything i feel, think, hallucinate, and fantasize. and then i rip it to pieces because it was a stupid waste of my time to write anything like that down. what i leave will be of no more consequence than what i start with.. another empty notebook.
just put your hand on my back and make me feel small. i like it that way.
you can't write anything, you can't sing anything, you can't make anything out of empathy alone.
i will start doing that thing again where i write everything i feel, think, hallucinate, and fantasize. and then i rip it to pieces because it was a stupid waste of my time to write anything like that down. what i leave will be of no more consequence than what i start with.. another empty notebook.
just put your hand on my back and make me feel small. i like it that way.
you can't write anything, you can't sing anything, you can't make anything out of empathy alone.