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So from this point on, if there is something bothering me or something happened, I am going to put it under non-fiction prose. The problem with poetry is that when you have a story you want to convey it takes so much work to get rhymes and phrasing just right. But the problem with stories are that you have to set the scene up right so its beautiful in peoples minds, like eye candy. But that's not what this is. This is the chocolate shavings before their melted into form or even sweetened. This is just reality, and there's nothing pretty or sweet about that, just bitter. I might even go on these just to rant and talk endlessly about nothing, yet everything all at once.

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