I fucking hate it when I have a perfect thing in my mind.

It is going and going inside of my head, and I just want to put it down.

I am late.

By the time I get to write it, it becomes vague.

An utter piece of rubbish. 

Miserable copy of the original.

Bullshit.

Of course I will delete it.

I am angry.

fucking sake. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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