It happened for the second time. In my life, this has officially happened twice3. I've had one of the greatest things I've ever written, and it is gone. I blinked, it left, and now I'm here, writing something over what was the best of my evenings.
This white surface is so damn sensitive, and the darker colors are scaring it, so it's not accepting any other branding atop its seemingly infinite hide.
Since I'm here, I may as well finish, for you see on this paper were words I often use, sometimes in the same sentence, most often their broken up.
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