I can't imagine myself not writing to be honest. If I no longer write, I am no longer me. 'Myself' is but a dying dream, and I'd rather cease altogether than slowly fade away into mediocrity.
I write. I am a writer. I do not wish to live as anything else, or die as anything else.
I am curious,
if you cut open a dude, will the dude's skin just fold like a cardboard box or will it be tough?
disclaimer 🍂I am a writer 🍂
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