Writing a Wrong: A Story of Divorce
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Writing is a medicine. Sometimes it heals me, other times it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth or makes me dizzy.
This past year (2015), I went through a pretty crazy and painful experience. Writing became my salve.
It's not easy for me to write about some of these things. In fact, it's pretty fucking scary. I appreciate any comments-positive is nice, but snide remarks are fun too.
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