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Jan 2018
Blank screen, as usual

It seems I never know what to say
Never know what to do either
I just sit here, wondering how I can even
Begin to let my thoughts spill out

Just words without a purpose
Thoughts without reason
Crumbling vestiges of what I feel
Lost in translation

Like trying to go to work
But being hit by a bus in the crosswalk
Never reaching their destination
Much to the feigned dismay of coworkers

Life continues
I'll just take another sick day, I guess
Ariadne
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Ariadne  27/Androgyne/Earth
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     Jessica and Vulpes
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