There was this girl who used to write.
She wrote a lot, actually. Her head was always spilling words, sentence on sentence, and if she had a tape recorder she could hold near her ear to record it all she would have had a hundred books already. She wrote, and it felt good. People seemed to like what she wrote; that felt good, too. It seemed so
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We're in this for the long haul, no matter how long it takes. Thank you for sharing your talent back then, and for sharing it now. Don't. Give. Up.
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