The first 20 words. Every single one that I thought of didn't seem right somehow. It hurt to think, it hurt to be. Existence hurt. And as usual, I took up a conversation with myself. Let's see what I have to say today, I thought. I'm both sides of a conversation. Such a planned conversation, interrupted only by thought. I'm tired. That's what I'm
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Wow. *nods*
Thank you for this, it's so abstract but then. . .not. Wonderfull(sp?).
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