I don’t write for sympathy. 

Kindred souls. My sentiments exactly.


To some my writing is beautiful.
To others heartbreaking.
Most don’t understand.
Those who do, I am willing to paint my language on the walls of your empty hands.

My story is one that I believe my mind has been dying to tell.
I write what I feel, never expect anything less from me.
Two souls.
Two hearts.
One mind.
I am married to the truth, and in the process of divorcing denial.
-Lily P. McLaughlin.

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