A PIECE OF HIS CREATION...."It seems I write, and write, and write, but my substance is failing. The very essence of me is dwindling as I try to reconcile issues that have spread deeply inside me and across my soul. I once was bold in the usage of my language, the personification of the lifeless bodies of alliteration, yet, I feel so off course and off focus. I cry out, "What am I do to now!" But, I hear the steady thump thump of a drum beat, and...
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