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Found this in an old writing notebook. No clue when it was written or why.
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I can't recall ever being happy, so I don't know *how* to be happy. And I'm terrified of doing new things, so I don't even *want* to be happy. It's sa..
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Kinda sloppy. Like my mom! No, but seriously, my mother died when I was 7, and I barely remember her. It's like she was never even part of my life.
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I don't just write poetry! But I find it nearly impossible to finish a story. This one is incomplete, but it gives you an idea of my prose style.
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I was trying to sleep one night, and just ended up staring at my ceiling, feeling utterly miserable.
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Like a mirage. Get it?
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After a week of pretty serious sleep deprivation, I attempted to take a midday nap. And was interrupted by a very loud, inconsiderate friend. And I in..
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I love flowers, and have used them here to mark the passage of time. Hyacinths are spring flowers, roses generally live until late autumn/early winter..
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This was after I...left. Without telling anybody that I wouldn't be back. I was being driven home by my uncle, it was raining, and I was so sad...
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When I reference the summer of 2011, this is what I mean. I honestly was at my lowest point of sanity, and really thought demons were watching me and ..
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