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Value. I never viewed myself as valuable. So I treated my body as throwaway. I gave it to anyone. I treated my intelligence as false. I misrepresented it. I treated my dreams as disposable. I gave up on them. Afraid to write the damn book. Because if it was rejected who would I be then? Nothing. Since I had no value.
Roman Newell
Maggie McCombs
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I relate to this somewhat. It hurts.
Professional and unprofessional writer. Poet. 2025 Pushcart Prize nominee. Currently working on my first book. 📕 Contact me: maggie@maggiemccombsauthor.com
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