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[chasingwords]

When I said I hate what I'd become, I lied, I hated who I was.Meloncholy. I had somewhat of an interesting day. Nothing unusual happened. I found out that I'm quite unsatisfied. I couldn't sleep last night, I was writing a novel in my head, but all that happened was words that didn't make sense nearly choked me, words I couldn't even grasp. Without

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[martakillsfoolz]

what an extreme experience, what you said about writing the novel in your head. were they words? or was it like dreaming?