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You make my heart feel gross

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And I am deeply flawed, run in trenches, deepened by pacing, burrowed by the wild animal of longing, day and night, to day again. And flowers grow, sometimes in spite of the fallow-looking soil. Seedlings of displaced affections and all manner of disregard to just enjoy. If I can... what else? Nothing.
Sleep now. Think, later.

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And I am deeply flawed, run in trenches, deepened by pacing, burrowed by the wild animal of longing, day and night, to day again. And flowers grow, sometimes in spite of the fallow-looking soil. Seedlings of displaced affections and all manner of disregard to just enjoy. If I can... what else? Nothing.
Sleep now. Think, later.

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Embrace the coming of the storm. Feel it coursing through you, gaining power, like an adrenal hurricane. And once, unleashed, stand your ground, and howl back at the wind. Then, the chaos is yours. Use it wisely.

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Advice? I dont have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If youre writing, youre a writer. Write like youre a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and theres no chance for a pardon.

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But,

you

could
have
asked
first.

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