seventy.four

i'm four poems away from completing my book.

four poems. [who-ray!]

today i begun playing around with the layout of the book and got really excited.

then it hit me:

i'm really doing this.

damn.

the amount of things i start and don't finish...

the trail of half-completed tasks behind me...

but this:

i will do.


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[edit]

i posted this and then realised that i'd written it in my poem style. see how engrossed i am in this project? i impress myself. i really do.

*self group hug*