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Dec 2012
Something.

Write...something.

Headphones on, and the music is pounding loudly, draining out every thought but that.
"Something".
Every second of every minute of every day, I have a billion thoughts.
Most of them are meaningless, but a few aren't. They all scream out for attention.
Sometimes I yell for them to stop.
Sometimes I cry, begging them to take their time.
Each in turn, each in sequence.
But it's always a thousand thoughts, a thousand voices wanting to be heard.
Princesses needing to be saved.
Heroes wanting to save them.
Drug addicts, down on their luck, looking for a way out.
Teenagers who hate their parents. Parents who hate their kids.
A girl whose just fallen in love, and the guy who doesn't want to give her the chance.
A million ideas. A million seeds, wishing they could bloom into anything. Something.
So the headphones pump on, inspiring me to write them down. Giving them the chance to become something.
Written by
Liz Thenardier
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