I wrote when I was scared. It was all I knew to do- writing. It kept my fears firmly on the white paper before me rather than running loose around my head.
—Amber E. Box
Why not live for the reaches of Heaven than strive for the depths of Hell? If in the end there is nothing- what have you lost but fear and anger and hate?
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