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I miss the deep poems about love, I was in love with them because I had no idea what they meant. Only what I thought they meant. I was working through the world unknowing of the sacrifice and pain that would be involved.
I was looking for something of my own creation and I would have to share that creation in order to make it work. I had no respect for teh genre, I walked with no one holding my hand. Without a guide, I was lost in my own story.
I had amps connected to loud speakers for an audience of one and even to share that message would cost me dearly.
I just had to be willing to pay.
