Is It Ok To Take Out Starter Studs After 3 Weeks?

small and inconclusive

I can write the saddest lines tonight ... that Neruda said.
I do not write poetry. Trying to write open wounds heal in just a few letters, bleeding anguish pouring unchecked in tears. With the incessant crying puffy eyes, rosy cheeks, and the saltiness of tears still sliding down my skin and origin of this sadness contained almost a month ago, I write stories unfinished ... I get dizzy, I'm choking, I lose, I'm drowning, I'm on the verge of abandonment ...

There are things that are anchored in my time but run ... there are things that feel so mine do not belong to anyone ... and there is urgent letters that arrive when there is nobody ...