Sometimes I write
Delete it all
Write again
Love it
Take a break for a few hours
Come back
Read it
Hate it
Delete it all
Write again
But then none of it makes any sense
Take a break for a few days
Come back
Add some more
Read it
Love it
Delete it all
Write again
Read it
And it all makes even less sense...
Perfect.
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.