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And I created

I didn't need wine.


Or lots of chocolate.


I didn't need sex or bread.


I wrote.


I wrote and I wrote, and it wasn't painful.


It didn't cause anger, shame, or sadness.


It was just writing.


For the first time in a long time, I didn't need to cope.


I was able to look at pieces of my company without negative emotion.


I was asked to create, and I created.

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