i am losing my writing ablitiy. slowly but surely.
this ability i so desire and yearn.

things have been like in a whirlpool. turning forever but you just can't seem to stop it.
school. hall. my life.

fact that i accidentally chanced upon and so hate to accept.
long messages that woke me up from my slumber in the early morning.
and a gentle blessed lord's day.
how gracious can i be? tell me.

but as past came to light. new things came too.
it was confusing. it was fickle. it was just playing along.
but now, too much dependence.
it's like playing with fire.

too much aknowledgement. i just want things to be as it were.

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