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Dec 2014
I had nothing but words to confront the confusion, my lack of parental guidance, my utter lack of safety. I only had words that I could steal from whatever books I found, to try and make sense of anything. I was living on my own at 16.

It's scary, because reading these, it really feels like that boy was really working to be a writer. Tirelessly.
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Eppy B K Avery
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