V.1 Wading through the mind’s sludge, You see, a search light drag across the jagged waters, you onward trod, ever vigilant, hoping (against hope) to find something of value to your own thrashing executioner.
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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