No.
My obsession?
Still no.
Yes, yes, my life. Writing is my life, sometimes it seems like writing is all I have. Though my writing is selfish in itself. These pieces, I wrote today of the most selfish thing I could; raw emotion. My raw emotion. The pieces aren't to be taken lightly, though they are soft and calming, the undertone is rough and demanding. My writing is seldom written for myself though. There's usually someone in mind I write for, and while writing that one piece, the person floods my mind and consumes my thoughts. These were all written for one dear person, of whom I find I'm lucky to call "my friend." When I'm struggling, I know this person is always near. They build me up when I fall, hell, they won't even let me fall because they're always there. At any moment of weakness, they rush in to the rescue. I couldn't have asked for a better friend, because, and I know this is cheesy but, because I already have the best.
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