Automatic writing is a thing
I can't live without internet because then I couldn't listen to music...
I want to say so much stuff but my conscience just will not allow it, for some reason.
My Authorship was so integrous and genuine, a lot of people just raped my spirit.
I feel like everyone is taking the living shit out of my livelihood. It is enough to make someone suicidal. Of which they have succeeded. I hope they are happy with themselves.
I won't let my past go, the past is part of the process... right?
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