When my fingers hit the keyboard, they become unstoppable. I like writing (and the freedom that comes with it).
One day, I’ll print all the stories I wrote about my life, about you and you and you. I’ll print all the secret poems and letters I wrote for you and you and you. I’ll put them inside separate envelopes containing your names (I'll write them beautifully with my Sharpies). Then, I’ll argue with myself whether I should send them out or burn them.
I think I like the the second one better.
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