I've known you for years. I've seen you sit down with a guitar you claim you can't play and a half hour later perform a song you just made up in front of an audience. I was blown away by your piano compositions and listened to them over and over. I've read and loved your poetry for more than a decade. I know you used to knife fight for fun. There is no one I admire more, and I know of none more eccentric. That's not the right word. Variable is. What makes you you? I know you to be a person of soul and passion and most certainly fire. You still burn me. What fuels you, girl?
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