I keep staring at this blank page, wondering how I might be able to fill it, how I might be able to bring it to life, how I might be able make it mean something. Nothing happens and I realize what I’m worth.
- bluefeathernotes said: I fill mine with words that aren’t even worth reading. Nothing really happens and I know exactly why.
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- me-and-all-my-bands said: no
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