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Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling that all I'm doing is in vain. Like every single thing I write is crap. Like I'm never going to fulfill my dreams.

It doesn't help that I seem to be seeking validation for the things I write. I used to write because I enjoyed it, but now? The joy comes from people praising my words. The use of a period or comma. What the hell happened to me?

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