It's all about writing, buddy.
"So what? All writers are lunatics!"
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
It was always a matter of time. But suddenly, it became a matter of life and death. As if all the air in the world was concentraded in his lungs, and kissin' him was the only way of keep on breathin. Of keep on livin'.
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