Sometimes I have fears about writing. I don’t know if I’m afraid of what I will say or afraid of people reading.
Nonetheless, I’m now writing.
I will continue to write.
And, I will not stop writing until my ashes are scattered on the earth.
I will pull my witty works from their withered workbook pages, and I’ll publish them for everyone to see.
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