Blank Page
I stare at this blank page with the cursor blinking back at me
begging me to write something, anything
does it matter
is it important
maybe not.
But maybe it’ll mean something someday
when I reread the words I wrote on this day
Maybe the words will relay the frustration I felt
over that incident
over what happened
or what didn’t.
I might not even remember
years from now
what happened today
but it was important
so I wrote these words
that were spilling out of me. 
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