I just feel like commenting here. Because no one else has. And I admit blank things make me want to fill them with something. It's like walking through an office supply aisle in the grocery store or thumbing through an empty journal; there's a sense of infinite possibility.
And then I mess it all up by putting something concrete in it. Like literal concrete. (Not really.)
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I just feel like commenting here. Because no one else has. And I admit blank things make me want to fill them with something. It's like walking through an office supply aisle in the grocery store or thumbing through an empty journal; there's a sense of infinite possibility.
And then I mess it all up by putting something concrete in it. Like literal concrete. (Not really.)
Okay. I'm done.
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