i am staring at a blank page and need to write but nothing comes to me
i'm supposed to be getting ready for bed
There's too many things I want to say and yet the words just can't be said. It's like, if said, then perhaps everything would change.
Fear. Fear of the unknown. Why are we so held down by fear?
Stupidity.
I'm convinced we're all stupid.
Love is stupid.
It makes us stupid.
...dancing around the subjects i wish to dance upon...
this was thoughtless enough.
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