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The door opens and I walk in, almost in a daze. I get a few smiles – from a guard to my left who seems to understand exactly what I am feeling…like he has been here long enough, observing similar souls with similar expressions.
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I wish I was a painter So I could paint you a beautiful picture I wish I was a song-writer To write you lyrics that would make you cry
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A book that I loved – an impossible question to answer for any bookworm. So I decided to make my job easier. To prevent my poor brain from going into a tizzy I asked myself another question instead – if you had to recommend a book, which one would you recommend? That considerably reduced the…
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I was lucky, extremely in hindsight, that I heard all the advice surrounding writing after I had finished my manuscript. It also so happened that what you need to be doing to become half a decent writer, I was doing by default.
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I am fat so you can imagine that everyone – EVERYONE – has an opinion on my health, fitness, eating habits and what I can / should do or not do. But thanks to my prickly personality, the only person who gets to hear these opinions is my mother and not me. Since I had…
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As the shadow protects and hidesDoes the soul reveal and attackWhere shadows show false but safe pathsThe soul takes on dangerous journeying.
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