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As the pages of notebook have more ink poured over them, I begin to feel lighter.
My head empties but everyday something new is added, one thought leaves and another takes its place.
When the ink runs dry, my headaches return - my mind isn't at rest.
The thoughts and ideas eventually expire.
Wasted without a chance to showcase their full potential.
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