When I was younger, I used to write all the time. Nearly every day, in fact. I'd even start composing what I'd write about my day as I drove home at night, mentally chronicling the events around me and how I felt about them. Now it seems that I need to be writing, that something inside me is trying to sort itself out, but I never bring myself to
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I LOVE YOU!
*blows a racheljackson hug*
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