Why do you do what you do?

I am dead inside. People tell me I’m heartless and cold, they tell me that I am a rock. I associate being strong with being without emotions, but I recently learned that if I cut off my emotions, I might as well be dead. I do what I do because I don’
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I write. A lot.I usually hold in my emotions. But these emotions I don’t readily show instead translate onto paper, where writing purges everything. Call it a sort of catharsis.I treat it as my prized work, my possession. My meticulously manufactured
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I have two birthdays. I was born on December 30th, 1989 but my parents changed it to January 1st, 1990. The reason they changed it was because they had a rough and unlucky year in 1989 with miscarriages and bad businesses. They wanted their new baby
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