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I have all these pieces of story scattered around but I can't quite see how they fit together yet. It's coming but so slowly.
Why is it that the piece of writing I was most unsatisfied with gets so many compliments while the work I love doesn't?
I'm not sure I can ever go back to having long hair again.
I slept until noon today. That never happens. I don't know what the hell it was. Maybe the clouded sky and the rain.
Why is it that the piece of writing I was most unsatisfied with gets so many compliments while the work I love doesn't?
I'm not sure I can ever go back to having long hair again.
I slept until noon today. That never happens. I don't know what the hell it was. Maybe the clouded sky and the rain.