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When I wake up, I'll officially be one year older than I am right now. I'll go to work, eat dinner with friends, and go to sleep.
What I really want though is to get a tattoo and see a fortune teller. I need a little physical pain to distract from the daily grinding stresses. I need to hear that things will be okay.
I want to write some poetry because the month is half over and I've gotten as far as three words I keep repeating in my head so I don't forget to write them down. Three words and a title of some unwritten poem I intend to write but will probably just dissolve as other matters take over my brain. Real life really puts a damper on creativity. My left shoulder aches, still aches, and I've got to finish this stupid assignment and just turn it in.
What I really want though is to get a tattoo and see a fortune teller. I need a little physical pain to distract from the daily grinding stresses. I need to hear that things will be okay.
I want to write some poetry because the month is half over and I've gotten as far as three words I keep repeating in my head so I don't forget to write them down. Three words and a title of some unwritten poem I intend to write but will probably just dissolve as other matters take over my brain. Real life really puts a damper on creativity. My left shoulder aches, still aches, and I've got to finish this stupid assignment and just turn it in.