| I miss being here. I miss the kind of energy that coursed through my veins when inspiration freed the words -- no matter how painful the process, or discombobulated the results. Sometimes, I try but fail to get back that feeling -- the freedom to just let go of everything, and let it spill with every keystroke -- no restraints, no regrets.
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| Maybe someday I'll come back. I'm just not feeling it here anymore.
Facebook. Flickr. Posterous. Twitter. Et cetera. Different name. Easy to find. Clue: Fonts.
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| Well damn. There must be a reason I can't leave this place. The demons just will not go away. No matter how much I plea. No matter how many times I ask. I feel like a well utilized punching bag right now.
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| I think I'm done here for a while... |
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