I'm going to continue to write on, and on I am going to continue to write, to push the flow of my machine. I must persist in this boredom, for too boredom I am a Fein. I can't say I dreadfully hate this lack of something. but what is it exactly I'm lacking so bad? I'm not lacking anything I never had. Tell me I'm not going to find what I need. I guess rain falls but afterward, they tend to bleed. Words to describe everyday life, thought to go beyond.
Reason for writing:
I don't know anymore(people I guess).....no just one person
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