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[sixtydegrees]

there is nothing else to write these days. i have nothing else to say because everyone else has said it anyway. this is all my sloppy work and mind and uncollected things of nothing that all seem to add up into absolutely nothing, just like what i began with. i am not here to understand anything yet i am still trying so hard to know everything

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[phoenix_moth]

I disappeared because I was afraid, but if you'll take it I'm here now.
only a little less pieced together and a little more unclear.

[sixtydegrees]

Aren't we all.

[skylinewars]

your fragments are like tiny masterpieces, you just need to tie them together and find a calm center. if i could help you see the potential of every single poem you've ever written, i would.