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Write down

Write down your thoughts.
Write down your dreams, even if you only remember half of them.
Write down your fears.
Write down the books you want to read.
Write down the books you want to write.
Write down the movies you want to see again.
Write down every detail of that room that used to be yours.
Write down what he said.
Write down what you said.
Write down what you should have said.
Write down your passwords, no matter what they say.
Write down your demands.
Write down the license plate number, just in case.
Write down the thing you heard on the radio.
Write down the cost.
Write down your needs.
Write down your extravagant wants.
Write down the weather that day.
Write down what you ate.
Write down his name.
Write down to the ground.

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  1. Blagh. This one made me want to cry and weep and gnash.

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