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Lost; the perfect word to describe me. I've lost my family, my friends. "Oh how you ask? Well that's another story for a different time." But anyway, I've lost everything. It's only me in this small flat, waiting for my life to change Banging at a keyboard for 8 hours a day trying to write my next best seller I've lost my magic touch, you know the one that makes you good at what you do. Like a singer, each one has a touch to their voice that makes it special If only writing was as easy as singing Man, how I'd love to change my life, maybe find a hot guy, Get married to him and adopt a few dozen kids and give up my writing gig. "Oh look, another phone call from my publisher. I think I'll let it go to voicemail." This is my life, it's so fun isn't it? -Louis Tomlinson
Chapter One
