SCANNING through the pages, I found myself in love with thoughts the author wrote. I want to be like her, I told myself. I was just a kid when I first read a book that caught my attention and that made me a frustrated writer. I wanted to write something my soul aches—I wanted to finish a book.
Just as the colors met their complimentaries, I want to meet my own genre.
My mind is an ocean of words waiting to be written on my blank sheet of paper. My thoughts wanted to be paired with the bleeding pen—as if they were meant for each other. I've always longed for the right subject.
Fate does really knew how to make the story exciting—giving so much new experiences and new people to be part of the story of life.
Interestingly, life offered something to be my subject that cost much—my heart. I'm now in the state of filling my papers with words that I can't fathom.
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