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I am inspired by nothing but these empty sheets. It's only emptiness that which you can fill, nothing else and no one else. I have discovered today how terrifying it is to actually see what you're up against. I mean, I am but one girl. Five foot two and full of passion. And there I am, up against the world? Yes, it is you I seek to take over and yet it seems so impossible with every second I waste planning my attack. I can waste hours till I'm dead. Minutes none the less have their instant pleasure when deeply suited for the moment. But yet again, where am I in the mix of this.
We open with an empty room with just a clock on the wall spinning, this girl appears with a notebook just scribbling words and drawing pictures til floor and the walls of this room are covered in used paper. Then we move in on the girl staring at all these papers confused and more confused the more she looks. Then at once she falls to the floor engolfed in seizure while the camera slowly closes in on her face. She looks distraught and desperate for a hero. The camera zooms out to show the whole room and then a sudden wind blows through the window and some papers float up and off the wall revealing the clock. Both hands point to NEVER.
I am that girl
We open with an empty room with just a clock on the wall spinning, this girl appears with a notebook just scribbling words and drawing pictures til floor and the walls of this room are covered in used paper. Then we move in on the girl staring at all these papers confused and more confused the more she looks. Then at once she falls to the floor engolfed in seizure while the camera slowly closes in on her face. She looks distraught and desperate for a hero. The camera zooms out to show the whole room and then a sudden wind blows through the window and some papers float up and off the wall revealing the clock. Both hands point to NEVER.
I am that girl