Words, my beautiful little words, I have failed you not once, twice but infinite. How I loved forming sentences from you, meaningful or meaningless, who cared, as long as anything fresh came out of it. Or anything honest.
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Space occupies space as far as my eyes go. I stare into oblivion trying to look at something but who has ever found anything while staring into the space. Or anyone has?
