this is a blank paper. there isn't anything to write. the words are gone. the habit of writing is gone. but that cannot be. I have to get out of this funk.
And there's only one way.
By writing. Whatever comes to mind should be on paper.
Because this is my release.
And there's only one way.
By writing. Whatever comes to mind should be on paper.
Because this is my release.
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