Tell me Where it Hurts

A collection of poems:

I find comfort within the alternative realities your mind can compose. Sometimes it can be a dangerous game, because you're left pining after an existence that cannot be. However, the constructing of realms, the crafting of characters, the meticulous planning of lifespans, and the thwarting of society can be rewarding. I believe you leave behind a part of you in everything you create. As a writer, you willingly make yourself vulnerable to having your hearts broken by fictional tropes, but also sell your soul to the judgement and interpretation of your audience. Yet the power always lies with you - the mysterious writer who refuses to reveal their source of inspiration.

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