Do I have to write? Than write I shall. Even if the temptation of cutting off my hands and piercing my chest is great, that I will not do, for writing is who I am, and I shall write.
For I have ink in my fingers and ideas in my head.
Even if lacking the fiery heart burning in the blazes of inspiration, the cold icy wind of melancholy and sadness, and the critical thoughts of the (not so much) methodical brain will have to sufice.
So write I shall.
For writing is who I am.
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