The mind blots like ink from a fountain pen charged with too much substance. When nothingness finds itself shaken, I'm faced suddenly with a tidal wave and a gush of thought unable to be stoppered. I fear reinforcing action as a habit while at the same time find myself unable to repress the hunger to create.
Today
6 years ago
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Next time someone asks me why I'm unable to complete my papers on time, I'm quoting this.
Maybe they'll think I'm smart then... haha
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