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I finally figured out Living is first, Not writing; Which is why writers Have a hard time living. (And yet, if words Were never made I'd be singing at the moon.) The truth (for some) is: Not writing is not living. Which is why there are writers. I myself rail against the tag, A free man in the dark abyss, I bow and storm off Leaving the bottom sediment Of the Inevitable Purge to dry out In the burning sun.

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