About Me
I dream with my eyes open, in hopes to be more than what I originated from. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. The feeling being that I only had a voice with my pen to paper. I am strange, seeing things in a different light.
Contaminated by the distress of my childhood, it is yet what drives me through things dark and cold. I refuse to let the poison of the past harness me in to substitution. I will never be one to hide behind it, yet I embrace it. I write of darkness for it brings me light. I write of light for it brings me peace.
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