write me pretty words

write me pretty words

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Poetry is Drew Cramer's life. It has been the only constant, getting her through the death of her best friend last year. Her family's recent move has left her feeling uprooted and frazzled everything seems to remind her of Lauren despite this being a new place. Gwyn Fairchild is a local poetry legend , 22 and on a mission to change the world. Only the problem is that she is barely making it, working in a local coffee house and living in a one room apartment that she struggles to make the rent for. It's hard to change the world when you have to worry about whether you can afford food and pay your water bill too. Gwyn has many friends, but she longs for a deeper connection with someone. Nothing has been the same since Pam, her partner of four years, died in an accident last year. Both reeling from loss and searching for something to hold on to, Gwyn and Drew meet each other at just the right time. But nothing this good can last, can it?
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My collection of poems in the past three years which leads to character development. Realistic incidents, illusionary love, hardships, it's quite a journey. Some say I'm unique and some say I'm Raw. Some say my work is relatable and some feel they can relate. That's crazy though, makes me want to be heard. I was quiet as feathers basically my whole life, closed up, antisocial, lost. Until I started writing. Although, I didn't open my mouth, I was even louder than before. Excuse me, I am louder!

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