Full-Time Writing

Full-Time Writing

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Do you want write for a living? Do you want to earn six-figures or more with your writing? Do you want to live life on you own terms, with total freedom, time, and choice? Does that sound like a fantasy that only the elite get to enjoy? It's not! You can earn a great living with your writing, RIGHT NOW! I guarantee it. I'll show you how. Matthew Thrush quit his job as a technical writer in less than four months to write full-time as a ghostwriter, earning over $10,000 per month. What he teaches you is REAL and PRACTICAL methods to finally live the dream you've had all of your life. If you're ready to take back control of your life and do what you were meant to do, keep reading. You're making the first step to manifesting your new reality.
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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