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Writing with my thumbs, not sure that I should be writing right now. Might be making myself do it.

Something beautiful. Remembered it tonight. A good time. Recall. Smiling.

Anxiety in the chest, like tightness. Breath. Singing to myself.

In another place. Doing what feels good. Trying to. Many things vie for attention and allegiance.

Silence again. How? Sleep.

May I? Write in the dark. Could be darker. Time is a thing. Bad.

What is the threshold? Meaningless. Useless? Worthless?

Not worthless. Simple. What you need. Enjoy it and don't stop. Try. Bad.

Cycles can be vicious. No insights. Just fleeting thoughts.

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