sometimes there’s nothing to write. like now.
sometimes there’s nothing to write. like now.
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Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his grief. - Virgil
The writer is very much capable of such feelings as love, affection, intimacy and caring. These feelings just don't involve anybody else. --bastardized
"Who cries for me, Argentina?" - Al Bundy