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What's a story without purpose. My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft. I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart. There are two tiny holes eternalized. Forever missing those fragments. Forever just a little empty inside. The first page needs a new staple. The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another. What will be the new ending to my story? What do I write on the next blank page? I have no ******* clue. Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft. Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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What's a story without purpose. My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft. I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart. There are two tiny holes eternalized. Forever missing those fragments. Forever just a little empty inside. The first page needs a new staple. The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another. What will be the new ending to my story? What do I write on the next blank page? I have no ******* clue. Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft. Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.
veneaking
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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