THE WALK - Midnight
- LECTURAS 34
- Votos 3
- Partes 2
Winters are awfully cold, aren't they?
"I dream of an epiphany." I whispered, completely shattered and unable to cling onto reality.
It's yet another one of my writer's block and I'm overthinking again.
Just as I'm about to log off, a particularly disconcerting title captures my attention:
"The Inevitable Doom of yet another failed writer."
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