Inspiration comes and goes.
For the moment, it has left.
What went wrong?
I feel like I've been beating my head on a wall over nothing.
But that nothing seems to occupy such a large part of me.
When I let go of the past I think I'll be able to stop doing what I do so often.
Which is beating my head on a wall over nothing.
Letting go of the past is almost as hard as embracing the future.
Change is such an inevitable, yet painful part of moving on in this life.
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