The loss of free expression would be the loss of everything.
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It is because the artist is free that we are free.
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If I die, I might not do anything again. I will be totally blank.
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To write is to color.
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What is writing? A communique with others.
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We live on and on hoping to find this “on and on.�
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To write is to die trying.
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Sunday night is on the precipice of Monday.
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Moderation as a reminder.
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I’m not even a part of this world. I’m a particle.
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There is not even a memory, but a flicker.
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My house is an apartment. My apartment is a room. My room is a dwelling. My dwelling is a home.
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We are all bored, chaotic.
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The past is not what it was.
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I got through it.
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An unlimited number of cups of coffee.
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It’s a mess out there.
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The radio is too loud. The apartment too dirty. The world too dark. Life too short. I am too dull. You are too far.
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I’ll just lay here and hope everything is alright.
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To write is to feel like someone else is writing.
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I wish that you had my weather and I had yours.
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There is nothing to look at, it is all self-loathing.
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The dawn inside my-self is b r e a k i n g.
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I should write now before the moment expires.
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Dying an unending death.
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