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i don't right as much as i used to.
she thinks, while reading the words of those not too lazy, uninspired to write. to type. to scribble. and pride in the words they've arranged in such pretty, petty sentences.
her chest hurts with this realization, with the lack of her own arrangements, similarly petty.
but the pen remains untouched and papers shuffled, void of verbal meanings - representations - sympathetic symbolisms of a nation breaking in its own home.
i don't ...
write
as much as i'd like to
she says, with the sleeping, snoring dog to her one side, and the snuggled, smothered one at her feet.
the dogs are cute and soft and stressless, and...
her chest hurts, brilliant ideas ready to spill hang side by side in the gallows. the television is on. and maybe it just doesn't matter at all.
she thinks, while reading the words of those not too lazy, uninspired to write. to type. to scribble. and pride in the words they've arranged in such pretty, petty sentences.
her chest hurts with this realization, with the lack of her own arrangements, similarly petty.
but the pen remains untouched and papers shuffled, void of verbal meanings - representations - sympathetic symbolisms of a nation breaking in its own home.
i don't ...
write
as much as i'd like to
she says, with the sleeping, snoring dog to her one side, and the snuggled, smothered one at her feet.
the dogs are cute and soft and stressless, and...
her chest hurts, brilliant ideas ready to spill hang side by side in the gallows. the television is on. and maybe it just doesn't matter at all.