I'm suicidal
And so I write,
And so I edit, and
Edit again
Until my thoughts lose shape
Until my lines lose meaning
Until I'm so sick of my
Moribund thoughts
That bored
I roll over
And go to sleep.
Inbar Chava Frishman
This is my blog Like it, or not Some of it's good, (Most of it's not) But in the end, it Matters not; I Just needed someplace To ...
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