I write. It is a form of talking to myself, questioning my sanity, my observations, my love. I have no dream to fulfill here. I have no message to give, intentionally. I am alone on this page. There are no characters waiting for me to expose. The great scripts have been leached out of other minds. I am not of such importance. A simple man at heart, a pe…
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