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shit I have to say

I haven’t put a lot of words down recently, I love lost a lot of them during that two week disappearing act.

Sometimes when I put down the wrong word I surprise myself. While it may not have been a correct placement, or form of the word - it still says something. I love a lot of them.  Ha.  I’ve had one phrase twirling around in my head since around the time I moved to Baltimore. “I liken myself to a spiral staircase.” Fun to look at, be around - but the real use of it? Frightening. Every time I walk up or down a spiral case, I’m scared - the steps are usually too short, and it feels like you’re moving faster than you should be.. When I first thought it out it was much more eloquent. I need to stop being lazy and start putting things down when they come to me.

Now all the things you have? They aren’t the same as what you hold.

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