This is not something that winds out of me like string through the Minotaur's maze. I have no idea where I'm going, and no idea where I came from. I have no guardian angel, no muse, no special voices. Just little me and my little life and my little eyes through which I see my little slice of the world. I don't speak well, I don't always do the best, and my thoughts are often mediocre and rushed. Can I make this into something more? That is the question, and the answer remains to be seen.
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