Wouldn't it be nice to live by the sea with a white beach? I don't want it full of people in skimpy bikinis. I want it big and empty. And every night there'd be a bonfire for my friends. We'd all feel small and lost like ants in a house. And that fire would mean different things. But, sometimes it would be just for you. I don't want you to know these things and at the same time I do. And somehow you do know. And that's okay.
I'm compiling my random paragraphs into a book. I am that lame. In my dimension, there is no such thing as a writing proccess.
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