A little snip here, a little snip there…

The crappy thing about re-writing your work is being forced to cut out lines and scenes that had so much power in the first version. There’s no way they’d fit now, but they were written so much better then the rest of it and held so much energy. Energy wasted, now they are words with no purpose. It feels like they’ve become victim to a graveyard of words.

They’re hard to say goodbye to.

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