The inner monologue of a writer - a working progress

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This should be easy. I'm a writer. Words are my friends. Write something. Anything.

I am a writer.

Something more. This won't do.

I am a writer. I love to write.

Pathetic. You call yourself a writer? Delete! Delete! Delete!

Delete!

Don't type 'Delete!'!


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