Reading back through diary entries...
Old narratives of true love
Before pino noir and paychecks...
I've never felt so far from myself.
I've realized: Writing has become my profession, and no longer my pastime.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Reading back through diary entries...
Old narratives of true love
Before pino noir and paychecks...
I've never felt so far from myself.
I've realized: Writing has become my profession, and no longer my pastime.
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