::writers block:: i can't find the words to type, to translate my simply blank mind. I close my eyes, and all that appears before me is white, sometimes black, but never the less it's lacking vitality, there is an absence that i've grown used to. Answer your own questions, because you won't find out anything from me. It's not about me. And it's
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the post was inspired by a few aspects of a situation. its really not a big deal. but i really really really really really appreciate your caring about me. thats really sweet of you and it does mean a lot to me.
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