When I write, Im scared I would be naked in front of everyone. My soul is bare naked when I write, I can’t separate myself from the writer’s mindset. My thoughts intertwine with his. When they clash, Im afraid people will think it is me writing not the writer. Me and the writer are different people. He writes for the sake of art and I write for myself.
Chords in the circle of life 
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