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Sand Particle

I write some and then I go back and read it and delete it. I try again and I erase again. The end product? This paragraph.

I said I would feel different in the morning. Sure enough, I did. As the day went on though, reality began to seep back in. Now I am almost back at the same place. All tangled up inside.

I went to Barnes and Noble and explored. I found a travel diary book thing. All I could think about was getting away. Europe...no, no... Australia seemed so beautiful. I need to get away.

The smallest things are ticking me off.

I feel like I am about to crumble under the weight of my own desires and worries.

Jason<><

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