The Next Morning

Did you cry after? Nah, I never do. I need nicotine, though. And the blackest coffee you can make. The only thing that can make me really cry is writing what I’ve just been keeping. Keeping for what? For who? Because why? You won’t like all that I have to say. So, I’ll get back…

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A Storm of The Mind

Unfortunately, in my opinion, I am a writer. I was born with thoughts in my head that wanted to be written on paper. I set to work as a young girl, creating an office from upturned plastic tubs, giving myself deadlines, bringing my copies to anyone who would read them. I wrote about dogs, and…

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