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| the frustration of it all is what blocks the writer’s freedom and kills his dream. there was once a beautiful beginning. poetry and prose mixed together in the body of our friendship. but my tears were soon interpreted with confusion— the conclusion came soon. too soon after the introduction and was expressed in a quotation that she refused to acknowledge. i weep when my pencil breaks. again and again. the transition badly influences the page and when we discuss our last few terms, she reads me like a book. |
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