My ladder of years

To walk away would be such a dream, pleasant, soaking in the joy, basking in anonymity stroll onto busy highways, to wander and create a new face, for a new name, inside my own head, to show to the world a pen name, a mask, alias and scheme, to abandon expectations and finally please just me

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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