i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively, incessantly and with maddening hunger. i'd write to the point of suffocation. i'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
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- انضمMay 17, 2016
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The Lighthouse
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There is a lighthouse
In thе middle of the deep
And I'm still stranded on thе shoreline there
And nobody hear...