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I've become a bit obsessed with writing on my walls as of late. The sheer possibilities of that giant canvas. The benefits of making lists, writing lyrics, doodling nonsense that cannot be tucked away and forgotten. I know that soon I will paint over it. It has no lasting affects. But for right now it serves as a notepad. As an outlet. As a canvas. As a wall.
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