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I am a writer and I've always known it. Even when my feeble self-esteem conspired against my urge to pick up a pen. I carried it around like you carry relics my pens. Remained tethered to them. I write now. Perhaps because I am not a talker.
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
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I am a writer and I've always known it. Even when my feeble self-esteem conspired against my urge to pick up a pen. I carried it around like you carry relics my pens. Remained tethered to them. I write now. Perhaps because I am not a talker.
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meysa
London
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
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