wanting I want to give in to my every obssession, my every desire.... The need to write again has become more ugrent, more desperate. I want to vomit language. Purge all the words that sit hidden in the spaces, in the silences, in the waiting room. There's static in my head. My fingers tingle and I just want to write. I want space, I want a room of my own, I want....
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