I feel like I can be straight with you, so I will. I don't buy any of that nonsense. I can't. It almost struck me like a punch in the gut, the amount I could have posted with this little platform under my belt. Yet, I learned when I did thanks to an individual I know as a real friend, without ever meeting in person, and my life's not been the same. I feel intrinsically motivated not only to share, but to structure my narrative, so it has cohesion, desirability, and most of all, longevity -- I could wax endless -- but I give my voice an amphitheater, a place where I can project, no matter the listener, to better understand what I'm saying myself. Who cares what all the crying's about? As long as my keys are safe, I'm gonna keep on keepin' on. I'm not even the slightest bit bothered my friends don't see the vision just yet. They will, in due time, believe me. I can show you better than I can tell you.
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When it happens though, this is what we're left with.
You have a fascinating way with words.
Much obliged. I'm doing my best not to ramble.
Unfiltered thoughts don't need to be purified. Ramble away! I do it all the time and haven't been placed in a home, yet.