So I write a lot. 3/4 of what I write, I actually do the old fashioned way, with a note pad and pen. I noticed the other day the divit I use to have in my finger from all the writing I use to do isn't there as much any more. Maybe that's one of the reasons I went to my shelves and found one of my old pads tonight? Maybe it was the thoughts running through my head on the drive home, or the nostalgia of my youth throbbing through my ears while I danced my heart out like was 17 again? Its pry all of it, but needless to say, I had to get out the pen and take it all down, in the hopes that one day I can share it with you, and that all these thought and feeling will come to light. I see a lot in this moment, I see a lot in you, I feel? Well I don't know what I feel just yet, but I don't want it to stop, and maybe if I keep writing, I'll finally find all the words I want to share.
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