The words come easy when life comes hard. Act hard, love hard, hard love, hard drugs.
"And I knew then that I had to stop," he said, and we all knew the words left unvoiced.
"It was my dream, my whole life, or at least I thought it was. But real writers don't stop just 'cause they're not sad."
As she tells me of pages of times unpublished we compare old notes on both truths.
Black coffees we never used to drink, and the words we use to describe the words we never used to have trouble laying down with a pen.
But both glad we never have to live them again.
If a picture's worth a thousand words, these smiles are worth more than anything we've ever written.
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