Personal Narrative: Talking Likely

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Talking seriously.
I know how to avoid fragments, but I am trying to put on paper my brain--splashing the gray matter on the white sheet. Although it may sound bizarre, my abnormal mind conceived a fragmentary diary as a reflection of the reality of life, and I honestly like the skeleton of the memoir. Indeed, there are oceans of possibilities of improvement, and I want to balance fragments with a nicely written prose. Also, I am thinking to minimize the use of my wild poetical vein writing my thoughts without beating around the bush. I have a couple of concerns. First, my inner speech is so direct, though, and filter-free that I need to find a softer way of wording it without altering the substance. Second, fragments have that precious, unique

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