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Of Dreams Past

Computer journals, business magazines, textbooks, homework problems, television. Argh.
I just want to write. I'm glad I did this afternoon. It's like breaking the bonds that have held my arms an endless eternity, shielding my eyes and denying my soul the very air it breathes. Today I breathe again. I only hope the rust I have accumulated these years doesn't impede my degree of expression.
Would love to hear your take on it. Just leave your comments below the short piece. Maybe I'll see if I have what it takes to finally publish that paper my professor once inspired me to try.
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