To Write or Not to Write
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If a rock plops into a river...
And if there is no one there to hear it.
How do we knew if it hits the bottom?
How do we know if it didn't throw itself back out?
Or flow down the stream?
Or...
Does everything just hits rock bottom?
Like me.
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This book is a collection of poems, feelings, and short stories to not only make you feel something but to peak your wonder. Some of it won't make sense. Some of it won't give you closure. And some of it will be just plain weird. But all of it will take you down a journey that you have never been on before. I can't tell you what you will find or what you will feel, I guess you'll just have to read and find out.
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