What is left to write. Everyone has written about everything imaginable under the sun, so what is left. The only thing I know somewhat completely is my life. My life. My stories, my hopes, dreams and fears. I am glad to know that I can make certain statements, but has the control to hold my tongue.
I used to call myself "Piggy Bank Of Secrets". I used to take deposits, never did any withdrawals. Only if that account that reach its limit. That bank is still in operation but I am more selective of my clientile.
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