Snippets of Life
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Last published Tue, Mar 7, 2017
Why this?
Every writer wants to write about life. I may not be the greatest writer but as one of the many aspiring ones, I want to write about 'life'. But 'life' is such a broad sense that I cannot imagine any person in this world to be able to write it-all of it. There's so much in life that it takes forever to finish a story about it.
So this is why, I write about the little things that make up our life; love, friends, family, sorrows, happiness, inspirations and many more. And though one life of a person is never exactly the same as the other, through these snippets maybe some of us relate to each other.
Inspired by Lang Leav and all her works.
Much love,
DaisyMae.
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