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Truth Defies Simplicity.

When I Look At My Room, I See A Girl Who Loves Books.

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Different Authors Write Different Ways, Have Different Relationships With Their Audiences, And Those Are All Legitimate.

It Is Worth It To Leave Behing My Minor Life For Grander Maybes.