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Writing becomes a demand once human becomes author. The near fatal bite of language turns one into a literary homos lupus. Werewolf or writer? I want to write, believe me, dear void; I yearn to write, I beg myself to bring quill to parchment. Alas, metaphysics are not so simple. A girl can be no wolf or God, yet, she will never stop reaching. Do you know what it feels like to miss something you never had? Do you? I don’t believe in mistakes anymore but if you had have asked me a year ago I would’ve told you I was one. The god's are in heat. I’m not sure I’m human at all.

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