Long empty spaces of silence in songs what I hate the most. It's an absolute make or break for me.
Quarantine day no close to coming to an end
And I sit in my room, pencil in hand, nursing a crick thay happens when I overzealously sleep askew.
Now isn't the time to hurt.
I've things to do and there can be no stopping me although there will be pauses aplenty, for there are responsibilities lined up each day and I mustn't get lost even though I sometimes want to, but I have only nighttime for that and hope to fully utilize it.
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