I used to have so many things to say. Without hunger to anchor me down, I'm just dropping endlessly, without a purpose, without a grip. I need to get a grip. I need something real, something that's inside me and can't be faked. Something that depends on me and me only. Something I can control.
It's so obvious now. Textbook. Crystal clear.
I just really don't want to do it.
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