My writing is quite prolific.
It is profound. Each phase is well thought, precise, and inspiring. It moves like thunder, casting a spell over the crowd and causing awestruck gasps as everyone listens to me.
When I woke from my dream, the words had vanished. I turn off my alarm.
Someday, it will be mine! In the power of my dreams.
I am quite prolific. If only while I sleep.
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