I've had it with the empty spaces. The gaping maw of white that taunts me. I've had it with the voices of dissuasion. I've had it with being condemned to age old patterns and repetition.
I've had it all,
and regrettably now
I've nothing at all.
Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan
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