Having heard the poets dismay in accordance with the other's poems, I was inspired to get a notebook. I thought that, if the disliked poet's stuff was so bad, at least he used some cool notebook. And so, I went and bought a notebook. I usually just write upon scrap paper; whatever I may find really. I have never had any preferences. After having used the notebook for merely a day, I came to the conclusion that concealing my thoughts in one defined spaced, dedicated to expression is stupid. I threw the notebook away and am glad I did. I also read more of this terrible poetry, about which the poet writes and it sucks.
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