DISCORDANT CHORDS

Not too many days ago, I started checking out friends' blogpages again. In doing so, it necessitates my going into my own page for the reason that all the links are there. Then I noticed how bored and pitiful my last entry look; like a vagabond in someone else's family reunion; so out of place and different. I scrolled down and saw that everything I put into the blog were words from someone else's thoughts, originally typed in by fingers that weren't mine.

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