The words just keep on coming and spilling out my head. The thoughts I keep on sharing even when they don't make any sense. I write them then delete them and then I write some more. Until my thoughts means something that they hadn't meant before. The words may just be words themselves and not mean much at all. But I prefer to think of something instead of staring at a wall.
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