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Tried to write last night. Absolutely nothing came out; I was pulling out of my top-hat and just grabbing the same "silly rabbit" and tossing him back to his woodland friends in a fit of disappointment and frustration.
But its really not so bad, a night with nothing to say. Or maybe everything to say and no way to say it. So of course now I find myself rubbing the sleep out of my head and trying to find an excuse for everything that I have absolutely nothing to do with.
I hate waking up to this almost as much as I hate falling asleep to it. But here I am!
And here I'll stay
But its really not so bad, a night with nothing to say. Or maybe everything to say and no way to say it. So of course now I find myself rubbing the sleep out of my head and trying to find an excuse for everything that I have absolutely nothing to do with.
I hate waking up to this almost as much as I hate falling asleep to it. But here I am!
And here I'll stay