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March 28, 2016

So here I am writing.

Surprisingly I don't know what to write about today

which I find oddly weird

because well I am always writing.

Could it be that I am losing my sense of writing?

Oh how horrible that would be.

I don't know if I could live without writing.

I'd be completely useless

and I wouldn't know how to get my feelings out and...

No I can not lose my writing traits I just can't.

Okay breath lady.

In and out.

Okay that's too fast.

Slower... Slower...

Lady I said slower not freaking hyperventilate.

There now that's better.

You're not losing your writing,

you just don't have anything to write about that's it...

Wait who are you again?...

I am you dummy...

Me? How is that possible?

You do realize that you're talking to yourself

in front of a whole class that's staring at you right?

What?

Oh um this is embarrassing.

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