Indeed, my dear reader, ideas run out anyway. Keeping up with things will always be exhausting, whatever you do and abuse without control. A hug.
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Indeed, my dear reader, ideas run out anyway. Keeping up with things will always be exhausting, whatever you do and abuse without control. A hug.
When you wrote this I don't know if you knew that you would leave me a poem in the following comment you made to me. Sometimes the muse comes without effort, you have to let it appear.
A big hug, Sarix.