i'd redact it all. it's hard to resist
painting it black with a chisel tip.
slashed into little bits,
sheet after sheet discarded in bins,
future me's archaeological dig.
buried so deep in memory's ephemera,
it'd escape the attention of
any unsavory questioners.
i'm plainly defensive.
i've learned the consequence
of rejecting your past.
you forget you forgot, and...
that's that.
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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