Read I stare at words Ticks and scratches with hats and feet Marching My eyes dart Laughing behind, talking, Whispers, Phone Ringing, I Scream, Tear the pages Drown It all out in Muted rage.
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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