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Open to write What to write When you're no longer bleeding Pages are no longer battlefields No drinking, No midnight autopsies. No, fumbling fingers, There is work to do. Content to read Patterns to memorize Rhythms to recognize. Carefully, and surgically stitching together a new future. However there is a lovely distraction. She sits behind you. You try hard to stay focused on the content at hand. Awareness curls around you, like heat off summer asphalt. She knows you're fighting it. The moment you try to steal a carefully timed and planned glance. Your eyes meet. That armor you pride yourself in Is as good as paper. Your heart rate quickens, your knees weaken, suddenly you're on borrowed courage. Staring into her eyes. That subtle slyness, body language hinting her interest. Dreamy eyes And a coy smile An somehow thats worse.
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
Blanking out
Open to write What to write When you're no longer bleeding Pages are no longer battlefields No drinking, No midnight autopsies. No, fumbling fingers, There is work to do. Content to read Patterns to memorize Rhythms to recognize. Carefully, and surgically stitching together a new future. However there is a lovely distraction. She sits behind you. You try hard to stay focused on the content at hand. Awareness curls around you, like heat off summer asphalt. She knows you're fighting it. The moment you try to steal a carefully timed and planned glance. Your eyes meet. That armor you pride yourself in Is as good as paper. Your heart rate quickens, your knees weaken, suddenly you're on borrowed courage. Staring into her eyes. That subtle slyness, body language hinting her interest. Dreamy eyes And a coy smile An somehow thats worse.
The killer of productivity.
Fullmetal
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
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