I Hesitate.

I Stop.

I Prevent.

I can't bring myself to throwing notebooks away, because I've scribbled on the margins of them.

Snippets and thoughts and songs.

Its weird, and kinda mad.

To be the scribbler that I am!

But slowly dreaming, with open eyes.

I think up my best ideas and they need to be written down.

Immediately, or else they'll never be found.

Like right now, I'm loving the fact that I can write,

Create something, that feels just right.

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