Imprisoned Thoughts

I only want you to write. I want you to devote your life to writing. You have enlisted knights to guard the cave where you have imprisoned your thoughts. You believe you are protecting them from harm, but in truth they wither and perish, dying away in their cold, grey dungeon. Are you ready to bear the responsibility for their inevitable destruction?

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