You know you're a writer when you're not alarmed at hearing voices in your head, you can't read a book without analyzing it for plot & characters and you consider something you nearly killed yourself to write the most rewarding.
Guilty as charged.
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Rosey Unicorn
Dusk slips to dark. Night's magic flourishes.
If you're new and feeling a little out of place, feel free to pm me with questions or check out The Buddy System! ___ I could close the curtains and they didn't shrivel at my touch or fall, dissolve and split like hair-line fractures of the flesh (and birthday candles).
Dressed up like a car crash the wheels are turning, but you're upside-down You say when he hits you, you don't mind Because when he hurts you, you feel alive...