I promised myself I’d write it. I promised myself I’d finish it. I promised myself I’d put it here exactly where it belonged.

It was going to be so great. It was going to be perfect.

But instead I did nothing at all.

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Notes:

1. Written in December 2020
2. But true enough every other month of every other the year as well

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