Around 2 am I grow bored with the silly game I waste all my time on.
The world is silent except for the hum of the computer and everyone is asleep but me.
I remember that the world is empty and open Robot Melon.
If I read everything, I will be able to write something amazing.
Something is wrong tonight, when I read I feel sick and knotted up inside.
No matter how much I read, I cannot be all of you.
I need to stop pretending.
I need to write like me.
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Where are you?
You haven't been writing? Why have you stopped?
Don't get me wrong,
Your words exploded my insides
But simultaniously they reformed
and reshaped.
In the most beautiful way.
Please keep writing.
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