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I have a constant paranoia that I will suddenly be no longer able to express things through words.
The most constant thread of my work has been the idea that there is something sacred and powerful about childhood imagination, and now more than ever, I am feeling my mind delivered from that holy place of floating in ideas and pictures.
I can feel the childhood leaving me. I can feel the magic leaving me.
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Hey y'all, I thought this was a tiny write... oooops. If you see this just pretend it's in the tiny write section
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