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Aug 2016
I don't write because I want to.
I'm compelled to.
I'm not even good at it.
The devil may take me if I'm lying.

I think too much as I've been told.
And I'm under a train of thought.
I typically don't care what anyone has to say.
So why should they care about what I think?

In knowing this. I write.
I drink, I read, and I write.
That pretty much sums up who I am.
Which makes me nothing much.

Huh. Interesting. Not really.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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