“I have written so many letters that you’ll never get. They might be some of my best works and it kills me to know that I won’t send them to you. I want to, but I know better. It seems I’m always the writer of masterpieces you’ll never read. I’m tired of writing these letters. So this will be the last of them.”
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I sleep on the couch now, though I think it’s giving me bad dreams. The last time I slept in my bed, I dreamed gentle hands wrapped a bandage around my ankle, reluctant sweet hands who loved me so. I do not remember who it was, I could not see their face, but I would
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I was born a writer. Born a thinker. Born an asker of questions. But somewhere along the way, I was overcome by fear. Fear of failure. Fear of being weak. Fear of acknowledging my own weakness. Fear of success. Fear of my own greatness and the responsibility that it comes with. The responsibility I have
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