I could only write.....
And for quite a long time, I hated myself for this.
Even though I see the art of writing as a prized possession,
i didn't write well to be called as prized and certainly I don't write well enough to be called as art.
I stared the painting made by my elder sister, sketches by my younger brother,
and I could only wonder why genes aren't working for me, why can't I be more creative and draw.
I couldn't draw, sing or do any art which was well appreciated in real life.
I was jealous of the compliments everyone was receiving but I couldn't because they think everyone could write, what's new? What's even there to compliment.
But here I write about my hatred towards writing through writing because I could only write....
I could only write......
I could only......
I could......
I......
I Could only write....
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I honestly thought of writing something grand because it's the end but I could only write.
(I couldn't write well.)
So this is the end,
I don't even know if someone will read this till the end.
This is the end,
I am satisfied with this and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I will edit this book later in the future.
Until next time,
Nothing but love,
DAZE<3
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