Perhaps for the first time in my life I felt like writing was a curse – I was writing in broken paragraphs when I was small and it felt great. Poetry in pre-school as a prodigy of linguistics, songs in elementary school and observations in high school. I never studied how to write. English classes were a bore and pointless too me, which only meant numbers on a folded parchment, which came on the very day summer began.

I want to stop writing because of this wretched cough.


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