fleeting youth

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I’m just going to blow some adderal and bleed the words out.

I don’t think about writing. I am not consciously typing out these words. They flow out of me and the best I can do is channel them.

But they don’t always flow. And I need them to flow.

When I’m done forcing out a paper, it feels like I’ve poured all of myself out. I feel exhausted. I feel used. At least I feel accomplished.

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