XXII: An Attempt to Conceal

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"Is writing for me?"

"You've been doing this for years. How come you still ask this question?"

"At times, like this moment, I feel like I'm not cut for writing at all."

"But there were also times when you could write a hundred words per hour and cared for nothing and no one but your story."

"Because I feel positive. And I tell myself that, yes, this is for me. That I shouldn't think otherwise."

"But what do you do when you lose hope, like this time?"

"I . . . still do it anyway . . . and hide my existential questions in between my words."

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