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I will write until the last words jump to the page or my hands grow withered and weary from age. I will write until my thoughts turn sour or I take the final plunge off some bank's high tower. I will write until there's nothing left to find or I start leasing the attic of my mind. I will write until the Great Salvation comes, to save us from the rapture or If it doesn't, and we're left here, I'll keep writing long after. I will write until with words, the perfect image do I capture or If I can't, I will try until all the bones in my hand are fractured. I will write until I have conquered the Hunger or If I don't, please feel free to take a knife and slip me under.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 7:41 AM UTC
I Will Write
I will write until the last words jump to the page or my hands grow withered and weary from age. I will write until my thoughts turn sour or I take the final plunge off some bank's high tower. I will write until there's nothing left to find or I start leasing the attic of my mind. I will write until the Great Salvation comes, to save us from the rapture or If it doesn't, and we're left here, I'll keep writing long after. I will write until with words, the perfect image do I capture or If I can't, I will try until all the bones in my hand are fractured. I will write until I have conquered the Hunger or If I don't, please feel free to take a knife and slip me under.
david-badgerow
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34/M/American
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 7:41 AM UTC
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