But there isn't one.

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There isn't any reason for me to be writing

I'm here writing for no reason

Here I am, writing, for no reason

There's no reason

I'm just here, writing

As if it matters

As if anything about this matters

They said, Write

And so I said, Okay

And so I wrote

Because that's what they told me to do

But nobody asked me if I wanted to write

They just handed me a pen and some paper

And said, Write

And so I said, Okay

And so I wrote

But these days I'm wondering about this whole writing thing

I'm reconsidering

I'm starting to reconsider

I'm not sure about this whole writing thing anymore

And so I'm thinking maybe I'll just take a break from it

Or maybe I'll just stop doing it altogether

Whatever

It doesn't matter

Nothing matters

And besides

As I said before

There isn't any reason for me to be writing

I'm here writing for no reason

I wish there was a reason for me to be writing right now

But there isn't one.

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