Being Unwritten

Posted: October 29, 2012 in Literature, Original Content, Uncategorized
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Without a doubt, I should have been urging myself to board the train of thought. It’s been beckoning, yet I could not write it. Only thing is… I could. It was there for the penning. It always has been.

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I could have. I should have, but…

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What’s an excuse, really? I will not applaud my avoidance of escapism. I shall laud it. I shall wear it as I have the misfortunes of the rugged, as I have the opportunities of the lost.

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May your pride sink into the spittle flooding your throat.

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To write. To live. To Breathe. To Feel. I missed that euphoric escape. I missed losing myself and channelling the conveyances. How lacking in fabric this is. Yet, I have an ingrained sense of integrity that renders this piece lofty.

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You and I are the lechers of texts…

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Booya.

Written by a dude for poop and squiggles.

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