I’m of the opinion that many writers harbor hidden typhoons of emotion, and writing is the act of penance, the required therapy, the price exacted by the the scales of sanity, to abide in any measure of peace.
I’M NAKED
LaMar Going
1413

Oh my gosh, yes! I feel this in my bones … and it’s frustrating because theres so much in me that wants to come out. I can never quite get there though …

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