My mind is so blank right now...
It doesn't think poetically anymore.
That's depressing. Where is Anne Sexton...Sylvia Plath?
All that's left of me is this boring, journalism machine.
The truth?
I miss you
a lot.
but it doesn't make a bit of a difference
right now.
People fuck up.If I could pour my little heart out to you
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