I know I will be doing a lot more writing, so writing should feel a bit endless. Even now I doubt anyone could read everything I have written. I bet you would eventually give up. I am not sure you could deal with how many facets my work has and the ambiguity and word play. Nah, too odd and uncommon at thousands of pages. Trust me your head might feel like it went through a blender.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
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