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its weird how you can totally understand an idea or thought or feeling or all three with complete clarity and then just forget. i just cant bother anyone with feelings or art or ideas. why would anyone want to sacrifice their waves of joy to swim with me in my pools of sorrow. and why would anybody want to read anything that i write, or listen to any music i make, or listen to words i want to say, or look at things that i create