thurmack

*sigh*

I don't feel, anymore
Memories of my youth seem dry

Put those training wheels back on

Joy and sad and laugh
It's all the same
I take it all in but I don't change
Or, I don't know, my paper is revised?

Edited, by an editor and that editor is edited by another
Till they run together and I forget
That I love HER
That I want SOUND
That I want FILM

If I keep it up, I'll alienate myself from myself

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Talk about steam of consciousness. Hopefully it makes sense because I feel like such shit right now.