A bar in Helsinki

Who wants to be a fucking writer? Who fucking wants to write?

This typing of a sentence is killing me, I hate myself for typing this, I hate myself for wanting to type anything on anything.

Why is this blank Word document not a dingy bar in Helsinki where I can sing those old gypsy songs that come from India where I am right now typing this

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