I sat down, words bouncing around in my head like basketballs on a court. They ricocheted off my skull, until I could not take it anymore and I had to pick up the pencil and let the words flow out, down my arm and onto the paper, tattooed with blue and red lines. My thoughts, seemingly so mismatched, fit together in ways I never had imagined. It all went together, and ideas and imagination collided, producing something I would never have though I was capable of. I had started writing.



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