My heart is set on something it cannot have;
Mostly, all I do is drink an immense amount of coffee and write ‘til the wee hours of the night. I always have pen and paper laying around in case inspiration sparks. I write my thoughts, dreams, false realities, my story, your story.
it is pitiful and pathetic but it will not budge.
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