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Looking back

In random on 04/10/2013 by beth

I used to write more because words were the inevitable product of the things burning inside me.  Oxygen and spark, substance and accelerant — that’s all I was, and all I could do was write.  Looking back, the strangest part is that everything felt so empty then, but the words roar back at me through the long silence.  I miss their warmth.

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