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September 20, 2009
Tonight I write not of Aristotle, or of Whitman, or of even my true love. Tonight I write not of wedding plans, or family tensions, or lack of creativity. Tonight I write because it is what I do. I write without purpose, or intention, or direction, or agenda. I simply write. I write not of song birds, or love stories, or philosophy, or religion. I write not of real love, or real events, or reality itself. I write not of fiction, or fantasy, or fairytales. I write not of freedom, for it is something a writer never truly tastes. Tonight I write because it is the only thing I need never explain. I write.

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Hay_Wire This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 17, 2009 at 11:41 pm
once again, perfect.
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