sometimes,
we take a pen and stare at the paper so long and cannot write a word or think of something,
that we just scribble something and leave the place for fresh air
we find ourselves blank though our schedule seems to be busy
we take a pen and stare at the paper so long and cannot write a word or think of something,
that we just scribble something and leave the place for fresh air
we find ourselves blank though our schedule seems to be busy
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