well, okay, i admit it, lately my writing has been all crap, i dont know whats happening, the words have run away, no new ideas and i can't even revise the old, maybe i'm dried up, over before i even started, maybe the critics were right, seems as though all i'm doing is contemplating my mortality, adding the years from beginning to end, i had a dream i'll die when i'm 42, so now i'm on the ten year plan, goodbye......Birth sign: Libra
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