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| Every time you pick up your check does it cause you to cringe because you know how worthless you are. Can you feel how much of a lie those numbers make you feel. Causing the truth of your lack to chew on your being and at the same time causing you to hunger for direction, for purpose, to throb. Do you fantasize about setting those numbers into the hand of someone who can actually do something productive with them, And if you are lucky, very lucky, be acknowledged in the smallest of ways for creating something good and real somewhere in the world. Prove it. Write me a letter telling me in detail about your fantasy and IF I find it truthful enough, I might respond.
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