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Things are getting really confusing, i'm wanting something that I don't think I can have any more, I thought I could... as of two weeks ago... bah. I've been thinkign alot latley, and it's frustratig - the way I think. I write poems in my head, combine beautiful words to make just the right sentance, as if i were trying to impress someone. (this always takes place in my wonderful car) then i get home and never write any of it down. IT's just something I do... i feel like a failure then - because I have all these lyrical words, and I do nothing with them. I want my butterflies back.