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It’s difficult to convey one’s thoughts on a plain white canvas when your head is as blank as the page. The scribble is a scribble and my words become dribble but as long as you get your point across, right? Please tick the box. If the answer is yes, explain why. Well what if I don’t want to? What if I’d rather keep that one to myself, after all, my grandad did fight for my free speech. All I want is to be me yet the ridicule evades me. I need not sprout profanity without meaning, even if I’m entitled to that free speech. So stop asking these questions, and bother somebody else. There are enough people in this place let alone on the planet That maybe one will listen to what you have to say. The power of words. Close the ******* door on the way out.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Ramble.
It’s difficult to convey one’s thoughts on a plain white canvas when your head is as blank as the page. The scribble is a scribble and my words become dribble but as long as you get your point across, right? Please tick the box. If the answer is yes, explain why. Well what if I don’t want to? What if I’d rather keep that one to myself, after all, my grandad did fight for my free speech. All I want is to be me yet the ridicule evades me. I need not sprout profanity without meaning, even if I’m entitled to that free speech. So stop asking these questions, and bother somebody else. There are enough people in this place let alone on the planet That maybe one will listen to what you have to say. The power of words. Close the ******* door on the way out.
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Bedford
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
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