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i want to write again. i think that i am good at it, most of the time. it's heart wrenching but capable and clenching at the same time it makes me cringe with a feeling. a feeling i sometimes can handle. it's a feeling i don't share or care to show to the people i gamble my relations with. the people i know. it's even the people i've known for years yet still don't know yet. cause of me. cause of how i am. cause of this. yet it makes me wonder if i can change? if i can manage? if i can even can. the capabilities away from my invincibilties are maybe inconceivably ytrdfxgchjklsadvhjhkiiwouyegvdbsvasdfghdieuwygvcnm. i can't even imagine. sometimes it is all wishful thinking...can i make it? can i do it? it's all me. press the button to activate.