I’m just going to keep writing. That’s the contract between our souls. I owe it to you to keep writing.
It wasn't me, Officer! Swear! I wasn't even there. You see, I get this often. A sort of literal coffin. I'm often seen in cities I haven't ever been in. And people try to hate on me But I'm still here just chillin'.
Musings of the Mad 
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