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I'm laying languorously sick on my bed, ther

I'm laying languorously sick on my bed, there's much which storms my head and yet nothing to write. I wonder how my musings are nothing but a tangoing, put down. It is for this reason, I've opted to entwine them as a patchwork of my quilt life. Now that I have resolved to do so, I think I'm lagging behind but, writings ? are they about sliding forward, I'll thereafter get behind? And even if it leads me behind, I'll not be afraid to move forward. Writings they say, they feel no more to write, I have had to say that I need to write to be felt by. And for it to be attained, why go beyond the bounds? let the words compel to be written by you rather than you besetting to write. In a similar vein, I have a point thought to change what I write, but then how can I change something which in turn is supposed to change me, at large? You stitch them, the shreds of your patchwork here and now, some cross-stitched while other, undetermined. But to seam them forget not, the shards when you have been genuinely torn apart.
I'm laying languorously sick on my bed, there's much which storms my head and yet nothing to write. I wonder how my musings are nothing but a tangoing, put down. It is for this reason, I've opted to entwine them as a patchwork of my quilt life. Now that I have resolved to do so, I think I'm lagging behind but, writings ? are they about sliding forward, I'll thereafter get behind? And even if it leads me behind, I'll not be afraid to move forward. Writings they say, they feel no more to write, I have had to say that I need to write to be felt by. And for it to be attained, why go beyond the bounds? let the words compel to be written by you rather than you besetting to write. In a similar vein, I have a point thought to change what I write, but then how can I change something which in turn is supposed to change me, at large? You stitch them, the shreds of your patchwork here and now, some cross-stitched while other, undetermined. But to seam them forget not, the shards when you have been genuinely torn apart.
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