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May 05, 2010
The middle.
May 03, 2010
Unwritten.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined i'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. Staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it release your innovations feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you only you can let it in no one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open today is where your book begins the rest is still unwritten. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines we've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but i can't live that way.
May 01, 2010
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