When I first started writing, I was scared. Alone. Depressed. A self-destructing recluse. I was that way for years before, and I'm only just now coming out of it. I won't say I'm wise. I'm not. I don't know anything about life. I'm a fool, stumbling through life blindly. Stepping on hearts, tripping over words, falling on broken lives. I do my best to help everyone. I realize I can't do that. I'm far too naive to let that stop me. I try to be a better person. I really do. It's tough, but I keep hope alive the best I can. This is long, isn't it? Oh well. Anyway, I apologize in advance for my ditsy foolishness.
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