“Stop now kid,
its not worth your time.
This business requires ludicrous talent,
and besides, you’re already too high.
I can’t imagine you making it,
I doubt you’ll even get by.
I wouldn’t worry about it too much,
it’s not really your fault.
In this illiterate age, it’s a terrible time,
for any young writer,
to be anybody at all.
Even if people did like to read,
and loved every word that you wrote,
you still lack the effort, the desire to be more,
and instead glide by on your talent.
Give up friend,
I know you know
I’ve spoken the truth.
I know you as I know myself,
and as I’m part of you,
you know that’s the truth.”
To which I replied,
“As you know me, I too know you.
You speak from that part of my soul,
so deep down you only know truth.
So deep down, that despite the honesty,
you’re still nearly always wrong, and the words
that you speak, don’t mean so much in the end.”
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