I am the sickest writer that ever lived. I write differently than anyone I've ever known. My words are tight, my flow is syncopated, like Life's pulse and beat. We create our own melodies, and mine's an Opus- a work that continues to grow even if I lack insight, I continue I just go. I'm LIA (Living in Action). I make my own magic, and at the end of the day, I am only responsible to/for myself- I only answer to me. Everything else is an illusion. My decisions are mine, and today I want to write, drink and hang out with Morgan.
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