these are some days on those days when word fails me.
oh, i hate it.
i hate it when i cannot write.
i hate it when alphabets love the space in between,
when the cursor rejects to move to the right,
when the pencil remain sharp.
oh, i really hate it.
in one of those days
this is not one of those days, though.
these are some days on those days when word fails me.
oh, i hate it.
i hate it when i cannot write.
i hate it when alphabets love the space in between,
when the cursor rejects to move to the right,
when the pencil remain sharp.
oh, i really hate it.
these are some days on those days when word fails me.
oh, i hate it.
i hate it when i cannot write.
i hate it when alphabets love the space in between,
when the cursor rejects to move to the right,
when the pencil remain sharp.
oh, i really hate it.
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