When I was a kid, I thought of writers as creative people, sensitive, and full of life. In my head, a writer was an artist.

Yet, I spent my days working as a copywriter. Producing texts, that were supposed to make people buy something, absent of life and full of capitalism and marketing.

The guilt I carried inside because of how I crushed my childhood ideas made me turn to creative writing.
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