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At Least It's Honest

I thought that if I wrote enough,

something decent would be written.


Us writers man,

we’re self-loathing,

narcissistic,

delusional,

idiots.


Well maybe this one isn’t too bad,


at least

it’s

honest.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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