Living long has its benefits. Besides the obvious. The beauty of despair is subtle. Memories of a broken heart are bittersweet- to be savored.
Honestly, without unrequited love what would I have written about?
Oh, a few people hack up another few. That's just history, bad TV and an overactive, underdeveloped imagination. Rock'n'roll, of course. That's always on my mind. In my heart.
Mostly, though, I obsess and I write about love-gone-wrong.
"Write what you know," they tell you. "Write what you know."
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