All these little thoughts, do they really mean much? As I think them out, in words I just hear blah blah blah. They will never find themselves being airborne. They will forever be imprisoned on pieces of paper strewn carelessly aside. Some won't develop into a grown-up thought, if there is such a thing as a thought growing up. Others won't even make past the picture in my head. Stupid, dumb, lazy, good for nothing thoughts unable to achieve their brilliance that they ought to pursue.
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