confined by an 8.5 x 11 inch white sheet of tree product
am I meant to contain all I am on this two-dimensional surface?
how to articulate myself in words when I struggle enough to articulate in action
then to sell my self in a letter
a Letter
a cherished construct of thought
a product I adore to create for those I love
but turn to detest creating for those I know only as HR
I do not know who I am
thus I am asked to tell a story
fictional based on non-fiction
I love stories
which is mine?
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