Published by Paul Ring.Writing
I write. I've always written. I'm not sure why, or what it's for. I know what stories do for me, or at least I think I do, but I'm not sure what writing does. Yet I do it.
I'm older now, than I was. This is the way, time passes. Once, I wanted fame. I imagined selling millions of books; then, surely, it would mean I was good enough, but now it's not about that. I do want you to read my writing, but I'm not sure why, either.
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