Charles Bukowski said, "My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover." I found my love in writing, but as I let it consume me, I felt only relief. In a way, this quote from one of my favorite writers resonates with me, but what I love doesn't kill me. I write because it mends my bones when they feel like they will snap from the weight on my shoulders. The words that flow onto the page act as a band aid to my past. There is a solace that I can only reach through creating.
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