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It seems that no matter how much I write I can not ever get it all out. So I keep writing. Then I feel it all in a more intense way and feel like I need to write even more words. I wish I could empty myself out but there seems to be no end to it all. Perhaps an incomprehensible shout of a sort would handle it.... Nope, that did not work either. What the bleep is this?!?!?!?! Why does everything seem so phony yet poignantly real? Why? Why? WHY? Why does my heart ache so badly today? My vision has been so blurred for so long that I forget what it feels like to ignore my heart. When I read that last sentence it does not exactly express what I want, but I won't edit it because there are no words which will do. Still, I cannot seem to give up. I don't even know what I am tryign to accomplish, it is as if I am searching for some ingredients to a recipe. Only problem is that I smeared ink all over that page of the cookbook. I know the recipe is somewhere underneath, but I just cannot read it.
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