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I have been trying to write all summer, to keep on top, and every phrase ends as a failed sentence. My head full, my heart bursting and I think this is why I cannot channel a single legitimate thought through my fingers...this time for me is meant to be lived out and gulped up in mouthfulls, not recorded as history on the wall. Not described in some poorly executed paragraph with too many metaphors and double-meanings...and for once, I think I'm ok with being at a complete lack for words.
For once I think I understand.
For once I think I understand.