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proseaphobia
i haven't written anything pretty in a long time. that's all right i'm delerious. but i have a story idea and it's cuddled all warm and soft next to my heart going thump thump thump under my ribs and i breathe it and think it and live it and i'm almost afraid to put it down on paper because it might end up like all the others: unfinished and disgusting. syllogismesque: --i always want to spit on my work before it's through. one should never contemplate her mental state in a fit of delerium. it's just not done in polite society FIN. 3:08 a.m., Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 |
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