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I am writing through a lenovo laptop given to me as a chirstmas gift. As i write these sentences, i am filled with hesitation in continuing, crossing fingers that my mom does not wake up to pee and find me still awake at 12:55 am this October 26th. I am writing nonetheless. which means that the previous proposed scenario have not been yet met or that I have not yet hit a writer's block on writing things randomly. I am currently feeling cold because of the fan and have worn a pair of socks while typing with the help of the illumination from a lamp-- I am in need of warmth. turning the fan off is also an option but I am choosing to feel cold as an excuse to warm myself up with thick blankets(one is insufficient in area to cover me). I need to stretch my back-- done. Here goes...

I am bisexual (and very particular with intelligence using my own metric)

There's da bomb. 

I have not been able to confront this shit for my 17 years of existence. 

okay dun

That is not my focus. 

I 

fuck, writer's block

so uhm

yeah?

Fuck?

...

a topic should stimulate me

hmmm

So I'm gonna be using this platform to express myself (with those meaningful and meaningless ideas that come to mind)

write Alistair

come on

The works of this account is either autobiographical or a delusion of the author.

Ah there it is

So I would like to talk about the first three songs of the album 'No Good Left to Give' by the band named "movements." So while you are reading this straight(that I am not pfft) continuously, I stopped writing marked at the last dot before this sentence. I searched for the paper containing some of my thoughts about the songs of the said album and was already preparing a statement of expressing dismay of not finding it. Yet alas, the 8.5x11 inches paper containing jagged handwriting, imperfect boxes of words, underlines not parallel and a written 'bitches be crazy' statement on uppercase from the sitcom "The Big Bang Theory" by Sheldon Cooper is undoubtedly written. Now where was I, ah the song review. The first song of the album is entitled "In My Blood" which is somehow and Interlude or an introducing song to the album. I seem not adept, yet, in melody, harmony and description of a song technically so I'll be explaining and paying attention to the lyrics all throughout. Might as well copy and paste the lyrics right here. 

After some tries and failure in copy pasting, credits to AZ lyrics for this

"In My Blood"

It's a new list of lonely
Mourning you
Destitute

Still can't get up
Stuck in the ceiling
I feel so fucked
At least I'm feeling

What I would do
To feel your touch
I wish you knew
The depth of what it was
The only thing I've ever loved
Is left to gather dust
I wish you knew
I keep you in my blood
I keep you in my blood

It's a new slight of spirit
When I speak to you
Do you hear it?

Still can't get up
Stuck in the ceiling
I feel so fucked
At least I'm feeling

What I would do
To feel your touch
I wish you knew
The depth of what it was
The only thing I've ever loved
Is left to gather dust
I wish you knew
I keep you in my blood
I keep you in my blood
I keep you in my blood
I keep you in my blood

ya kno I told you that I'll be explaining three songs. My apologies, I am sleepy, I will continue despite not even finishing a review of one song tomorrow. yup, and gotta orient the sentences left, then press enter from the last world lyric.

1st end 1:28 a.m. October 26th 2020 (P.S. I edited this 3 times because of the lyrics and to add this)