the words, they do not come easy anymore. the lines, they form streams out my mind through to my fingers but they seem to be moving towards strange places I do not wish to touch. the shapes, they seem warped and pointless, unable to take contain the space which I wish to create. it all seems pointless, when you are silent.
oh how we grow out of our need for attention, our need for affection. how we have grown bored of the challenge. it would seem that I have lost my cause, I am weary, but I am still watching.
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