​I am a twelve-year-old in dire need of a new hobby. My fingers bleed from practicing guitar, my voice rasps from singing every melody known to man, my eyes are tired from having read and re-read every book within reach, and it feels as though I have written the story of every character my imagination can produce. My passions are not waning; I simply can’t resist my impulse to create, to stretch the boundaries of my creativity. My mind...

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