a novelist and a character talk at the end of chapter 8

i am your writer

and you are minor

this page is your last

of just a book

why'd i suffer?

why'd i form?

all for nothing?

would you change a thing

if it was you as me?

why'd you let me love?

to tell it's not real

so i'd feel

a surreal reveal

i can't do nothing

it just isn't me

i am a slave

to the ink

should i be angered?

maybe saddened?

be calm?

or panic?

i don't know

i can't think

every word

brings the brink

i demand now that I die!

a demand i can't deny

-----chapter nine-----

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