Fucked up thoughts and emotions moaned over the bed of fiction and reality.
I used to think I am talent-less until someone told me that I am a good storyteller.
I don't really know about that. I only know that if there is something I do well - even when sleeping - it is talking, A LOT. It may not be a unique talent *it may not even count as a talent* but I guess that is only because there isn't a single contest on talking.
No, not debates. Babbling contests, please ;)
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"He was blind to let her go. She was blind to take him back."
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