Notebooks upon notebooks of songs began to pile up in his room like he was building up an archive.
Since he was so young, he would write about the littlest things - a leaf blowing in the wind, for example. He'd take that thought and build off of it until he had a page or two worth of rhymes.
One day, he decided to take one of his notebooks to his family to see what they thought of his writing.
His mother was astounded, his father read with a sense of pride behind his eyes, and his sister was in a state of admiration for her little brother.
It got to the point where he adopted the nickname "The Little Poet" in his family.
"You keep this up, and it'll get you places, little bro!"
His sister's words stuck with him for as long as he could remember.
And he believed all of it...
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