No one knows that at 18 I wrote a 50,000-word novel in a few weeks
It’s just the first draft and the plot is really bad and it’s not at all what you would think
It was like a cancer growth I had to just get out of me
No one knows that I have a 100,000-word biography
From just the first 16 years of my life
That after writing, honestly I’m terrified for anyone to ever see
Because I have thoughts that should only be known by me
No one knows that I’ve started so many novels and never finished them
Because they are mostly open wounds
A mess like vomit that no one wants to clean up after them
No one will read those words
Except me
And maybe my children one day will be the ones to sit down and read
It’s not for everyone
Because unlike my immorality it will stay special to the future generations around me
M.A.P
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The Essence Of Who I Am 
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