I can write.
No, she thought back at the voice in her head. I can't write. I can't say what I mean; I can't make people feel what I want them to feel. Look at what I put out: mindless drivel. Don't tell me I can write.
I can writeIf I could write, don't you think I would have by now? Wouldn't I have produced something? Something with
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