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In my 'book', you're not an aspiring writer anymore. This is because once someone falls in love with your work, you are a true writer. P.S. I have fallen in love with your work.
In hatred a tear unfolds.The thoughts unleashed are unfathomed.Blush, Blush and let Agony take hold; Unforgiven the Marionettes keep marching by.What did they do? Why, They caused these burning tears.And on this day I,