When I was a child, I wrote. I made up poems even before I could write and asked my mom to write them down for me. In junior high and high school, I wrote poetry. Everyone, including me, assumed I would be a writer. I was "creative and imaginative." What happened? In college, I wrote well, but it didn't appear that I had anything to say. and now? Do I have anything to say? And if I do, would anyone identify with it? I don't fit into the world. I feel like an outsider looking in.
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