My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Thursday, May 19, 2022
The Write Way: We're all dying
The Write Way: We're all dying: Sooner or later Were all dying living better is not living longer and living longer is not living better but yesterday I Quit and stil...
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