Sometimes when I write I feel like Picasso.
Like all the pieces are there but somehow they don't quite fit right. Like that coat you still hang on to, the one at the back of your wardrobe that doesn't fit anymore but you still hold on to it just in case.
Current status: Falling down a spiral into an existential crisis.
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Nov 02, 2018 10:09PM
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