I want to have something to say. I need to have something to say. I feel it in my chest, way down deep, at the base of my throat, wanting to come out. Reach in there and grab it, force it out. I want to so badly.

I just don’t know what it is.

Or how to say it.

I want to create something raw. I want to make something new, something that I can be proud of. I want to look at it and be satisfied.

I want it all. I don’t really know what I want.

I’m right on the edge, the tipping point. I keep thinking like everything is just about to come together, I’m just missing one tiny, crucial piece. But I don’t think I am. I don’t think there actually is anything to get.

I think I grew up at some point, and I missed it.

I have you and I love it, and it’s the only thing I’m sure of.

Fuck why does everything come back to you.

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