I miss singing without thought. Singing for fun. Humming along to my favorite artists without wondering how many years they put in before seeing success, how many times they almost walked away, or who brought them back on the path.

I miss writing in my childhood bedroom. The ease that came with rhyme. Writing a song in an hour. I miss writing a song just to write it, without immediately thinking about its commercial potential.

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