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Unwritten!!

I want to write, but my pen can not pen it.. its only to be felt..

I am in a despair.. there are words going around in my mind, through my heart, which I simply can't etch here..

till I get to write aLL of that, I won''t be at ease...

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One nice thing about putting the thing away for a couple of months before looking at it is that you start appreciate your own wit. Of course, this can be carried too far. But it's kind of cool when you crack up a piece of writing, and then realize you wrote it. I recommend this feeling.

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