literature is enthralling to the point I perish in between each turning of the page. the repetitive lines draw me in so, that I can no longer remember my origins. there is only room for the climax of the story which will save me from another dragging day until I'm hanging onto the end of every punctuation mark, living every breath written in their words and abandoning the world behind me.
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-Just-Curious-
Oct 29, 2017 06:37PM
Soooo I don't think I am that good of a writer, and I know pretty much no one will see this except for the five random people who chose to follow me. But I am thinking about writing a story? I don't...View all Conversations