I found myself embedded in the darkest pages of your manuscript. I kept feeding of your insecurities and grew beyond your control. Once I fed for eons, I came out of the shell and brought forth a pain. I watched how you suffered while all your characters dwelled in their sorrows, I felt the agony traverse your mind as you saw your protagonist fall and die slowly before your very eyes. I came off slightly and grew into you, become a part of you. And now, at night I come and bring you to your knees just so you can see that even though you created me, I am infallible. – An Author’s Imagination


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