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and here i sit, my mind completely blank, my mental gears screeching to a stop. the engine sputters, wheezes, but to no avail.

and here i sit, my fingers poised above the keyboard, itching to weave, sew, knit words together into something considered "beautiful".

and here i sit, knowing in the dustiest crevices of my mind that

it

takes

time.

-olive ☆〜(ゝ。∂)

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