Carnegie X, born Marcus Young, grew up in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, where, by the age of thirteen, he fell in love with literature and nature. It was always in his heart to write about life and its beauty and ugliness. It has been many years since the days that Carnegie dreamed of putting pen to paper. His aggressive nature of writing is his mortal attempt to make up for lost time.
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