I do not write for money,
And even less for fame,
I write because I have to,
It's simply who I am.
I'm a jack of many trades,
And the master of a few,
But they do not define me,
They are just the things I do.
What I write will not endure,
Much of it will not be read,
Little of all I publish,
Will survive long once I'm dead.
I'd write if no one read me,
In ink, on sand or in blood,
As long as reason abides,
I know that I will not stop.
It is so for all of us,
Who are writers at our core,
Writing is our very essence,
It is who we are, no more.
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