An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic – Part 3


Part 3 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my friends! ;)

So here we are at PART 3 of An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic. There’s plenty more where this came from, all myself and Just Patty have is time and words and we use them both to our advantage. So please like this post and then jump over to her page and like it that as well and while you’re there have a browse around because we love to know we’re loved. http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 3

Alex & Just Patty

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It’s the end of the world,

Bring out your dead,

Pick your weapon of choice,

Mine will be this pen.

Suffocate in the clouds,

Misery loves company,

Come with me, sail away,

Take away the mountains which live under me.

Now into a deep blackhole I go,

Where we relinquish all control,

Feed your inner monsters with your own limbs,

Won’t you please give me back my soul?

I’m at the end of the line,

And you have crossed me,

A slight break in freedom,

I’m crawling on my belly mostly,

I’ve took my bruises,

I’ve took my lumps,

When you’re down on your luck and losing,

Now, the only way is up!

 

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It’s the beginning of a fight

Take a deep breath

And ready your sword

Drifting on clouds

To new destinations

Come with me, sail away

To a brand new place, where we can be free

Take a leap of faith

And take control

Scare away your inner demons with joy

Will you please just smile?

I’m at the beginning of the line

And you have to come with me

A outburst of freedom

Standing up, never breaking down

I have my scars

I have my wounds

When you hit rock bottom

Now, the only way is up!

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My Lost Movie Poetry


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Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So as you guys know I have been writing with the wonderful Just Patty on some poetry. In this post lies the lost poetry which never made the final-cut. Oh and look out for the movie poem I wrote in here too, I hope you enjoy!

My Lost Poetry

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You tremble like you’ve seen a ghost,

Strangle this pencil until you’ve seen it broke,

Angle this metal around my throat,

Angry heckles cheer me and goad,

The blood floods as a tap-dancing spectacle,

Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum; here I come,

Trampling on all of you speckles,

Top gear, can’t stop here,

Forgotten voice and a lost ear,

Dumb,

Broken toys and stolen tears,

Young,

Frozen poise with lonely years,

Numb,

I’m a chocking noise, coughing clear,

Stun,

I’m faced with a frightening facial facelift which leaves me faceless, let’s face it,

A fascist facade merely frames him.

You fondle my trigger,

You eat this blast,

Gobbled up forever,

Re-tweet your last gasps,

I’m what you call a wonder weapon,

A wandering apex predator, Dexter,

I love safe sex, I always bring protection,

Loving face kisses then I bring upon the reckoning.

From 8 Mile to the Green Mile,

Tonight is Date Night,

Upon the Jewel of the Nile,

Superman, take flight,

It’s a Dark Knight,

That’s right, Pitch Black,

We’re on a Star Trek towards a Star Wars,

Resistance is Futile,

The time is Twilight,

I have A History of violence,

I’ve got my Goal set in my sights,

My Event Horizon,

Cannibals in space,

An Animal Rat Race,

Mallrats in the Bat-cave,

Battleships on a rampage,

Misery hates a blank page,

A Mammoth heading for an Ice Age,

Frozen,

Indiana Jones on a bad day,

Godfather kissing me on the hand,

Jot in my Vampire Diary,

Jurassic Park theme park rides all day,

Are we there yet?

I will never be Grown-up,

I can’t stop laughing.

Out of Sight,

Out of Mind,

Good Will Hunting with words,

Well, I’m out of mine,

So you can’t see me, right?

 

 

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An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Pychotic – Part 2


Part 2 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my friends! ;)

ROLL UP! ROLL UP! Tonight I and the beautiful and talented Just Patty will be bringing you another, yes another totally awesome, super spectacular, nowhere near normal poem…. And this time it’s personal. So hold on to your butts, close your mouths and widen those eyelids because tonight my sane friends we are taking over WordPress.com and perhaps tomorrow the world… And if we have time at the weekend Hell seems kind of fuzzy and warm this time of year.

So please like this post and then jump over to her page and like that as well and while you’re there have a browse around because we love to know we’re loved. http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO http://youngadultfictionblog.com YOU ARE ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!!! PARTY!

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 2

Alex & Just Patty

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I’m losing my train of thought,

I’m coming off the tracks,

My contaminating cause is lost,

When everything is turned to black,

But with the lights out, it’s less dangerous,

And with this god-like power of poetry,

I find out that we’re all brainless,

Poverty and loneliness, I can’t contain this,

My emotions now are purely naked,

My life is utterly shambolic and shameless.

Type over the moon and scribble out these stars,

Will write for food, can’t you see my rib bars?

I’m filling up on philosophical words,

Scoffing all this hurt; turn the oven up, the heat helps,

If lovers come they get burnt,

My words are the corruptors of worlds,

I’ll have you stuck in reverse,

A wondrously strung verse,

Understood, it’s understandably coheres,

My meaning means nothing if it’s not forced head first.

See through my eye of the blackest storm,

Can you hear that barking guard-dog?

I’m coming at you all as a dark horse or a shark with killer claws,

Putting your smiles to bed until your laughs lost,

Sanity, it won’t last long, so back off,

I have hacksaws, gasoline and a matchbox.

No light lives here,

Born to fight or disappear,

Wishing you were here,

Where history belittles me,

Cities sights within me,

Now I’m in open flight over the sides I fly,

Downwards I drive; gentle gravity has little interest in me.

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The road to your destination

Is one hell of a bumpy ride

Keep pushing forward without hesitation

Even in the most darkest nights

The moon will guide your path

And the stars will lead the way

I find out that we aren’t all heartless

Love and kindness, you can do this

Your emotions are raw and defined

Your life is still a blank canvas

Paint a lullaby and travel a thousand journeys

Feed of courage, can you see the opportunities?

I’m dazzling with endless determination

Stop the bleeding, heal the bruises, the cold helps

Love will heal what words can’t

My letters are the center of reflection

I’ll get you in first gear

A verse written so sincere

Understanding can melt an iron heart

Love glues together whatever broke apart

See the road appear throughout the fog

Can you hear the serene calling?

Tame that wild horse, or let it break free

Sanity is overrated, creativity takes its toll

Fire can be put out with water, so go ahead

In the dark you can still fight

Even tell wrong from right

Where history lies behind me

The future is calling for me

So spread those wings and set yourself free

Even if it means living a life on the edge of sanity…

Now hit that like button…. Alex

 

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic – Alex & Just Patty


Part 1 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my friends! ;)

Welcome fellow travellers and readers. I am here to show you a world within the one you live upon, with a little help from my friend Patty! Patty operates her own world via her blog (description/link below) she is a writer beyond words in my eyes and I hope you enjoy our talents when they collide one-another. I say you stop reading my work and go over to hers and gaze upon amazement at http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

So these poems have been in the works for quite some time now and I promise all who read these epic poems the deepest reaches of one’s soul. So click on the like and the follows buttons and strap yourselves in for the longest poetry debut from Alex and Patty on WordPress.com!

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 1

Alex & Just Patty

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My life has gone too far,

A nice new start,

A wiped clean slate,

A white clear page,

I had to touch it and muck it up,

Can’t fight fear with fate.

My emotions are intangible,

Inflammable oceans ferociously,

Force me at such velocity,

To cause harm or go to sleep,

I’ve lost my calm now I have been tossed out on the streets.

Mark my words this is hell I’m living in,

My dark clouds are circling the ceiling,

A problem child that no one is dealing with,

I am a wild flower which grows in the shadows of a kiss.

These words are my own,

Geronimo, I will die alone,

A cannonball, I can’t fly no more,

An animal, what do I fight for when the fight has gone?

You and I know,

This is not a suicide note,

But if your eyes caught, a mere glimpse,

Of a pure light wrote,

Then my job here is done,

For your time and hope.

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Your life has just begun

A new day’s dawn

A beautiful opportunity

A fresh untouched chance

There will always be a tomorrow

To fight fear, courage is the key

Untangle the mess inside

Chains that hold you furiously

Without a sense of empathy

Invading dreams or keep you up

Out there, at least you will be able to breathe

You are the one holding yourself back

Clear the air so you can survive

A problem is only a problem before you deal with it

Wild flowers grow strong on barren land

Words can a heart turn into stone

But no one is ever truly alone

A bullet, reserved for thoughts hunting you

A different chosen path, would you dare?

You and I know

Only the strong know how to cope

So if you look up, and you will catch

A glimpse of what can be

Hope grows on light

But those living in the dark

Can never see…

 

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The Worst Writer in the World


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That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World

The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds, I’m running against comets and anger comments. This motherfucker is climbing out of the gutter, flushing away his past because it’s all shit. Too controlled for suicide; too educated for homicide; so I will imagine them both whilst scratching help signals above my skin. Handicapping and happy-slapping the retard living in my brain, fuck your feelings Alex, for your life, you’re the only one to blame.

Alex, you’re gonna’ die alone. Walking along your path and your only friend will be the freezing breeze to join your cold heart upon an icy chessboard. Cause a supernova of words; turn the cement to flames, skin to lighter fluid and jungles to fire-food. They swept you under the mat and expected you to rebel, I’m telling you; give them a wake-up call to the killing moon. Crimson critics live under your fingernails; green with envy because you are not writing for The Green…

Sick & tired

The golden boy shimmers off his shine with a deadly chill. Sucker-punch this fucking world and while they are not looking boot them in the ball into the sun. Exact your revenge upon your Ex-girlfriend who got your hopes up with a fresh start of love, then gave you the middle-finger when she found a new cock to control. Chase after the man who took your smile as a child, run him down and slowly take away his cries. This is the war-cry of a manmade madman, I was not laboratory created and synthesized in a bottle, this is my chemical reaction to this blackened planet with my own two black eyes.

Open my eyes; strapped to the chair and made to watch while everyone took a piece of me and stamped on my innocence as if it were shit. Screaming at the mirror, pulling out my hair, totally lost… I couldn’t talk to the psychiatrist so he kicked me out his club house; the numbness is really taking over, where is he now? Did I fail him or did he fail me? Swallow another pill, self-destruction will cope against hope. I’m a piece of shit; I will never amount past the flies.

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I pretend and camouflage well with the nice sane people, but today has taken its toll. Pushing all the right buttons, don’t you know you’re dealing with a potential killer / Writer? Wipe away a tear and wash away all you are with whiskey, you’re a happy drunk, pilled-up to the eye balls, what are you crying for? You are a party animal.

I’m not trying to shock and awe, you probably haven’t read this far down, I had to get it off my chest. No clean versions to life, so bring your fucking swear words; I was watching my mouth, worry about what I write. Don’t worry baby, I still love sex, I really am a freak in and out of the bedroom. Talent? Stripping skin skilfully sinfully so sufficiently such souls scream soundly sweet as they sleep; sayonara sunrise, scaling scary sights as silly-fuckers still stand still. What more do you fucking want? What more do you fucking need? Have I not bled enough with my pen? I can write, final…

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I need out of this dirt-ridden poverty, I barely get by with this bare-trap ankle bracelet chained to my home of the brave. What do you know about the street? Except staring at us all from your penthouse suite. I turbo my bad-attitude on my blog, enjoy!!

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Mommas’ at the gate shouting come on home,

I’ve got so much hate; I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.

Mission impossible break-out from hospital,

This kid has lost his soul, frostbitten to the core,

Make the most of my living,

When everyone doesn’t want me to win,

So I’m going in for the kill,

Showing a sea of people my fin,

The mister of enigma,

Most sinister move finisher,

Finish him!

This is game-over,

Immoral combat,

Better get another brain-donor,

I can’t borrow because I lost that.

It’s hard out here for a madman,

Apparently I’m equal to a trashcan,

But I’m embarrassingly evil to say the least,

I’m a badman.

But with this pen of mine,

I line all my enemies in a line,

And swipe and rhyme,

This is a fight for life,

Because I have bide my time,

And now you will have to deal with this,

Writing is my meal ticket,

I’m hungry!

So I will wait my turn,

Then turn wicked.

This is a close encounter of the insane mind,

Frozen at the top of this mountain,

Beyond space and time,

I take the time,

To look at my life and you know what?

I fucking hate mine.

This is coming off my chest,

I’m flying off these walls,

All these emotions inside can’t be stalled,

It’s time to let loose, it’s time to break free,

Alex has blew a fuse, here comes another side to me…

 

 

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Falling In Love


Author Alexander Kennedy:

FALLING IN LOVE – An epic short love story. READ AND LIKE!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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Falling In Love

I have finally fell in love and it is about to destroy me on this skyscrapers rooftop.

“Please, get back from the edge!” I shout at her unlistening ears. She has her arms open wide, ready to be caught by deaths grip and be auctioned off to the night at half price for her half-life. She is standing in her spotlight from the night’s sky with the idea of stepping down from her stage to end her final act. The moon is laughing at our light.

“Just look at me; just look at me… please.” The tears free fall from my face. The wind pushes against her, whispering warnings of what is to come as it makes her hair whip and dance. Gravity is the middle man within our triangle but bargaining with his power on his edge, results in death. She must remember me as she…

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So A Vampire is Born


Author Alexander Kennedy:

SO A VAMPIRE IS BORN – One of the first short stories I wrote. READ AND LIKE!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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A screenshot of the 1922 film, Nosferatu. Though the film is in the public domain in the US, It is not in the public domain outside of US (and it’s origin). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a story of a wounded man being kidnapped and cursed by a mysterious woman to kill as the first Vampire. Enjoy! Like, Comment, Prv/ Message.

So A Vampire is Born

I scrambled through the twigs and dead plant life on my stomach, the war from which I fled still rages with screams and roars, each movement is pain followed by blood exhuming. The sky corresponded with the battlefield, blood-red. I am not a coward, I was merely thinking of my offspring, living without a father for a kingdoms freedom. My breathing begins to diminish. One last push, I stabilize against a God like tree and bring myself to my feet and begin to trudge…

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My Insane Scribbling


Author Alexander Kennedy:

My Insane Scribblings!! READ and LIKE!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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My Insane Scribbling

Stones spread well through-out the land, as the temperature has dropped with the weight of a brick. Tears will freeze on your face for all time to laugh and point at; within your graveyard museum, I am waiting forever. Left on my knees, you took my ability to move on, shuffle or walk. My screams work willingly; this pen will make me lose my mind, again, you were my teacher.

An indestructible idea is moulded from the clay of skin that you have left cracked with the bubbles of beneath. Everyone is nobody and I am an alien sent to Earth to take on the pain people prick onto me. My heart is an endless cave, footsteps beat with the dance of escape.

You look upon me as someone who is shipping nowhere but even an unknown voyage arrives at a destination.

Committed to this addiction now…

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The Serial Killer Part 1. Chalk-Lines and Blood-Spatters


Author Alexander Kennedy:

The Serial Killer Part 1. Chalk-Lines and Blood-Spatters

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

Here is another installment for the Young Adult Fiction Writer, Alexander Kennedy. This is a narrative thought processed story of a serial killer with good intentions and also alot of raised questions about her past. Like, Comment and subscribe.

Caution Adivised – Bad Language.

The Serial Killer Part 1. Chalk-Lines and Blood-Spatters

I am going to show all of the saners worldwide, my world.

I guess introductions are necessary at this point, my name is Sally. This is my fifth Vic; I would like to believe I am doing a public service when killing. There are not large job openings on either sides of my curriculum vital, upon one side, my normal job title of TV reporter, advanced literacy conqueror, mother to my little girl, Grace; wife to my beloved Alan, a police officer for six years, seven months and fourteen days. Upon the other side of my page, written in…

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The Dark Night Writer


Author Alexander Kennedy:

THE DARK NIGHT WRITER – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

ff_darknight_f Yo! Yo! Yo! I’m back, baby!

I got this question the other day from a dude (No specifics) From America his name is Dale Booth.

“Alex, what’s it like to be a hungry writer and juggling your mental illness in the other hand that you don’t write with? Your blog is legendary and I hope the best for you and your words in the future.” (That’s sweet! Thanks dude.)

Well my friends this is question I have trekked into and bypassed because of fear but I shall answer it the best I can because I am a fearless bastard!

First off can I just say to writers who give advice like “The first rule of writing anything is…. (Wait for it!) To write.” Okay, first off I know what you are trying to say but if you do not dive into detail of HOW TO WRITE people will look elsewhere…

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My Life! The Honest Writer Chronicles


Author Alexander Kennedy:

IT’S MY LIFE – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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How to be an honest writer? ….Write something real!

I BET MY LIFE WILL SHOCK YOU!

I just read in a book that the best blogs that succeed are the ones that post regularly, stick to what they know and also are honest about not only their words but also their life experiences they write, so a connection is made with the reader/viewer. Well I do the other two pretty well so here goes nothing on the third.

My name is Alexander Kennedy. I am twenty-five years old and when I am not stacking shelves at a store I am writing fiction stories to not stack shelves in a store anymore. I’m originally from Scotland a very small town called Renfrewshire, which I and mother and three siblings moved from when I was seven to come to England.

I was a quiet kid, “a mommas-boy” …but I had a knack…

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How to be a Writer?


Author Alexander Kennedy:

HOW TO BE A WRITER ONLINE – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

Be a writer How to be a writer?

Here we go…

Okay, I know as a writer that we all want the same thing when writing our blogs; now that blogs have become a prime target for literary agencies looking for new writing talent. We either want thousands of views, advertisement or a “Blook” Blog to book Writing Contract.

But here is the kicker; ninety-five percent of the writing blogs out there are awful. People expect after putting their first few chapters of a novel they have written onto their blog to be notice, but just like J.K Rowling and Stephen Kings readers, they read their work because they know of the writer and they enjoy their stories.

If you want all of the above what you must do is gain an audience and they only way you are going to do that is by working hard…. Wait, triple your workload…

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The Nice People Writing Blog!


Author Alexander Kennedy:

THE NICE PEOPLE WRITING BLOG – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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The New Yorker (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I would never claim to be in the “Nice People” Categories for blog writing, and that’s fine with me. I love all words especially the swear ones and really love you use my middle finger too. I am a reality Bullsh*tter, I make up stories, it’s my passion.But as a writer of blogs, I can take the pain from reality or hell I live in and go off on one against my keyboard. I can do things that you can only dream of and I never get writers-block because the voices are always talking to me to give me dialogue and the illusions are always pulling their covers over my eyes to show me an alternative reality, the true life of a writer.

Stick to your guns! You want your stories to be published in literacy magazines or perhaps you have your fingers-crossed…

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Trapped Within Me!


Author Alexander Kennedy:

TRAPPED WITHIN ME – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

Richard Mansfield Jekyll

Richard Mansfield Jekyll (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Help me; I am trapped behind the eyes of a weak man. If I wasn’t tied up and made to witness the humiliation and beatings this body takes, I could conquer all. I am the evil you are waiting for; I am the choke of a lodged chicken bone in your throat, I have never eternally taken anyone’s breath otherwise. I am your alter-ego, a personalized Hyde and Jekyll.

I am biding time, the hope for a crossed-wire or malfunction in his control room. He is boy of the light-walkers and I am a shadow-stroller, can you see our dilemma. Now I know you are sitting there with a mopsical expression spread across your chops while reading this and that is a good thing for me, because one day I will show you something not even your mind could comprehend in any fashion. You are…

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I Need Help To Write! – Alex Kennedy To The Rescue


Author Alexander Kennedy:

ALEX KENNEDY TO THE RESCUE, I NEED HELP TO WRITE – REBLOGGED! Read and Like!!

Originally posted on Adult & Teen Fiction:

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I have just been sent an E-mail from a writer from America in the state of North Carolina – Dwayne Wilson. He said. “Hi Alex. I love your blog. I am getting in touch to ask you how you write so well and keep your audience without getting Trolls destroying your work. It will help a heap if you write back.” So I went from there to here. There was more to the message but this is Alex-Ville and dirty laundry in public is awful bad. (Very articulate, I know. Haha!)

If you are just like me, your own worst critic with piercing eyes over all your words and characters. STOP IT! This is what is stopping you from truly writing something great and forget what actually matters. Have you done your best? If so, no one else can judge you or say anything negative…

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