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Ideas that I have yet to form are already at the tip of my tongue. So, so close am I to finding out what my next imaginary tale will be. There it is, I see it. I'm reaching out, the tips of my shaky fingers graze the warm glass. I stretch, and stretch, and stretch. I fall, it falls and shatters, too. So, so close was I to finally knowing what my next dream would be.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
The Lightbulb
Ideas that I have yet to form are already at the tip of my tongue. So, so close am I to finding out what my next imaginary tale will be. There it is, I see it. I'm reaching out, the tips of my shaky fingers graze the warm glass. I stretch, and stretch, and stretch. I fall, it falls and shatters, too. So, so close was I to finally knowing what my next dream would be.
sometimes,writing is something you want to, but are incapable of doing.
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warmth
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
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