Number Six.

February 8, 2012
Its funny, I can't even write anymore. I find myself sitting at my desk for hours trying to sort my thoughts. Trying to come up with something worthy of saying.
But I can't.
So I just sit there and stare at paper. I want to write my thoughts, but if I did it would destroy people.
Maybe it would destroy me.

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