I think I'm a shitty writer anyways, so I've progressed to blogging, thinking my paragraphical writing is better.
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Harsh MotivationYou are not a musician,Harsh Motivation
Until you've opened yourself up
To the world.
I tell myself this,
Every time I pick up my instrument.
Soundhole

TulipTulips grew at her mothers house. They formed a central circle in the small garden where she used to sit when she escaped. She hated them because they seemed her mothers favorite thing in the world. As mothers hair grew thin and gray, as men came and went, each sitting awhile to smoke among the flowers, the garden remained a fine circle of pink. Now, the garden is as overgrown as Eden men no longer stop to sit, and mothers hair has ceased falling. Tulips peer insolently from gaps in the stone. She saw them for what they were, and loved them.Tulip


SpecialYoull never know how special you are How can I explain it ? How How just seeing your face can make me smile How you just worrying about me makes me happy and sad Happy because you might actually care Sad because Im not worth it How in the sun your eyes and hair seem to brighten How your singing can hypnotize meSpecial
How I want to stay in that trance Because its so beautiful Anyone could be drawn to it But looking at me while the fluid voice flows Makes me alive A high A soothing harmony, flowing so naturally Its so sp
Pillow Fight
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do you care if I , don't know what to say?
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