There's one thing that I've always wanted to be one day and that is a published writer. In my teenage years and early twenties, my muse was my own misery, self-loathing, and lustful envy. I composed many pieces with a majority being dark and/or sexually charged. I was full of anger yet hollow with sadness. Much like the lyrics of an Everclear song
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