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How I started writing
I lived in the comfort of solitude
drowned in the river of self-pity
as powerless as an infant
I retracted to my shell
until It came calling
beckoning to me like a child
like...
drowned in the river of self-pity
as powerless as an infant
I retracted to my shell
until It came calling
beckoning to me like a child
like...
