Frustration.
I already wrote all this. Beautiful words at first. Now, nothing but data lost but to those few who can see the dots. I can rewrite everything but only a moment last for each word. Every rewrite is forgery. Not because I didn’t experience it. But because I wasn’t experiencing it. Finally syntax works in my favor. Where am I going? This bumpy ride……
The truth is I am way to free.
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