I am a writer
I am a writer, unlike the lierary giants, untrained, unpolishedjust trying to find a voice, my voice. Whose voice have I, you might ask, their voice, society. You know what they say, but you don't know who they are. Who they are, you have never met them, yet, their voice speaks in my head, shouting out of my heart and soul. How can I shed them, and find me. I am a writer, but are these my words, or theirs.
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