11.04.2007
Writers' Realm
When i write i don't care as to what i listen to, as long as it isn't someone i know, such as my mother screaming at someone in the house. But either way, it is lovely; i feel like I am numb except for my fingers and they just combs wildly through the tresses of my thoughts catchng and onlocking knots and messes.
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