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She stared at the crumpled up notebook page and felt guilty. Not because of what was said, but because of what could have been said. She had held a seed of a story in her hand and then crushed it, crushed it under her feet. She then tried to write in her journal, but then she looked at the dates, which stacked up against her like sins, reminding her that life was slipping through her fingers which filled her with a profound sense of grief for the seconds lost. Even writing took seconds, seconds that could have been spent doing other, more productive things. This terrified her with a terror that grew unspeakable. Even the music that

I wish I could get everything I want when I get flaming mad Just like you I wish I could be adorable, too Just like her, then you’d see Because as it stands I wanna set the world ablaze But there’s nothing left to burn Sometimes it feels like I’m a prisoner Like I want to go nuclear ‘Cause all I wanted was an arms race But you’re giving me armageddon You’re giving me armageddon I wish I could see into people’s heads So then I would know what they were really thinking I wish it could be true, wish I could see you Wish you thought I was beautiful Sometimes it feels like I’m a prisoner Like I wa

When you’re in the middle of the forest, Don’t worry about the miles ahead When you’re in the middle of the ocean Don’t miss the shore behind Just put one foot in front of the other Sooner than you know Your trial shall be over. For in small and simple things Do great things come to pass.