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It's all blank...although you really...badly want something out but then you can't. It's all blank. Too many things that I want to do or type or read but just can't happen to let it all out. Maybe I'm not fit for the job...thinking. Then I stop. Can't seem to calm the traffic, you go for a smoke then It's going to be all blank again. From the moment you light the tip of the cigarette taking all your effort to breathe. Delete. No...that's not I'm going to say either. I'm just typing random here, trying to pick up the thoughts, thinking that I might have something useful. Delete. Stop. Read. Review...this thing here is going no where, I could go on typing thinking about something but can't seem to put something that's why it would be called blank...why not random or whatever. It's all blank because the moment you think of something too deeply, you'll have to stop. Because it doesn't have any point of moving on if you're just doing something for the sake of doing something...blank. and boring. Read. Stop. Post.