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my mind has been an empty chasm of forgotten words i was a writer who can no longer write a storyteller with no stories to tell an artist with dried up paint and a broken easel but i forget that i am also a person a broken, timid person once whole, once sure, once loved, once           me.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
the quiet
my mind has been an empty chasm of forgotten words i was a writer who can no longer write a storyteller with no stories to tell an artist with dried up paint and a broken easel but i forget that i am also a person a broken, timid person once whole, once sure, once loved, once           me.
plutonic
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
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