i need inspiration. i want to write on this and i want to write something amazing, but there is nothing. it's almost sort of like i am just living and the days are just happening without my permission. my existance lately has been so shallow that i don't even feel like it's really me.
it's 530 in the morning and the moon is still out and the city is still dark. i like it so much that days and nights don't line up perfectly with sun and moon.
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