Bleed It Out
“I’ve composed seventy novels to date,” says Harrison. “Lord knows how many scripts have danced behind these eyes.”
“Precisely,” his wife replies. “We’re trapped inside your mind, as prisoners, praying the pen releases us before you run out of ink.”
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One man searching for a guiding light through darkness. One mind searching for the keys to greatness. One soul searching for truth in a world of lies. One heart, beating in turn, waiting to proclaim eternal love.
