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I have been writing a long time. Since I was 15 and am now Iat the threshold of 30. I was asked by brother to write something, cause he wrote as well as killed a half gallon of popov lighter fluid vodka with me. So I just wrote something about my brother and sister. He said it was good and that is what urged me to write for myself. I have had a very storied life, feels like two lifetimes worth of crap.  There's times that perhaps the paper and pen was the only way to forge through such darkness as something worth a damn. I have shared what I write with only a few people at random intervals but never on a public forum such as this. It's intimidating really but I love people who wrote or type or whatever is your way but It is a awe invoking instance when one soul effects another through complex spiritual and emotional ideas communicated through the written word. I have felt like an apart from the base reality individual. What I mean is throughout my short time in this realm I have always loved people in deep and I guess oversensitive ways. Always told I'm overemotional and have PTSD or need to stop caring so much. I also tend to ramble when I've ingested marijuana like right now so I'm just gonna do full stop here.