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This is what i do(always)
I click the option of new post.
There is a lot to write mind you, but i do not have the courage to type it down.
By then my thoughts are transformed into this ugly sort of blob entangled between reality and practicality.
These mere seconds on the clock change my creativity into nothingness.
Time is overpowering and I am weak.
Time is passing and I am still weak.
This place brings the worst out of me.
And I still like it.