I can't seem to write anything that will stay. Nothing that will carve itself into my arms or the air around me. Stupid flighty words and letters.
Did you know I can't stand songs that sing about singing? Why the hell, then, am I writing about writing?
I hate writing about writing. But when nothing else works, that's I can do. Even if it feels like chewing on stale bread.
Did you know I can't stand songs that sing about singing? Why the hell, then, am I writing about writing?
I hate writing about writing. But when nothing else works, that's I can do. Even if it feels like chewing on stale bread.
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