All this while I've been trying to get a hold on that other side of me. To garner inspiration for my writing. To plunge my thoughts into despair consciously wasn't something I had attempted before. To do so willingly was beyond any reason. Despite that, it appears as though that side of me has been sealed off. Sealed by time itself.
Even plunging my thoughts back to the library to the event that transpired that fateful day didn't work.
In a way, it's a good thing. Or maybe I just wasn't looking in the right places.
Nevertheless, my procrastination continues.
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