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Just a random poem I wrote which I wanted to share with everyone since it's real:
          The greatest lie a writer tells,
          Is that their words are born from spells.
          For every tale they twist and bend,
          Is pain they cannot quite defend.
          
          That child crying in the dead of night,
          Is me, alone without a light.
          The hands that bruise, the voices sharp,
          Are mine, carved deep within the dark.
          
          The tears that fall in silence, still,
          Are mine, as time refuses to heal.
          The broken soul, the shattered heart,
          Are pieces torn, worlds pulled apart.
          
          I write of pain I cannot name,
          Of ghosts that haunt me, just the same.
          The bruises on my skin you see,
          Are memories locked, too raw to flee.
          
          Each word I write is born of fear,
          A scream too soft for you to hear.
          The love I crave, the love I lost,
          Is buried deep, no matter cost.
          
          So when you read, don't turn away,
          Know that the child inside will stay.
          The words I write, the ache you feel,
          Are wounds I bleed but can't reveal.
          
          In every line, a part of me,
          A fractured soul you’ll never see.
          The pain I mask, the truth I keep,
          Is mine alone, buried so deep.

(OLD ANNOUNCEMENT)
          
          Alright, I’ve done it. Drum roll, please… After much internal debate, I've decided to change the name of my fanfiction from Secrets of the Forgotten Heir to… Fates Broken Promise.
          
          Yes, yes, I'm aware that I'm the human version of "indecisive." 
          
          Before you start throwing tomatoes, hear me out: I’ve got this really important reason behind it—okay, maybe not that important, but I’m feeling it, okay?Anyway, it's official now, and that’s all that matters!
          
          I know, I know, I’m that person who can’t decide on anything, but hey, if there’s a title that feels right, it’s this one. So, if you’ve been following along, just update your bookmarks and remember, we’re still here for the wild ride, and I’m 100% not regretting this (yet).
          
          Anyway, enjoy the chaos. And please, no tomato-throwing... or if you must, throw some glitter instead. 
          
          Thanks for sticking with me through the rollercoaster of indecision!
          
          Yours indecisively,
          ~Shaz

Girl, I'm so glad I found you. I've never had a person respond to every. Single. One. Of my comments. And I thank you for that. You are such an amazing author and I love your humor. You match my energy so well, and I love it. ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, alright, I KNOW. Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I’ve changed the cover of Secrets of the Forgotten Heir again. You can stop judging me now, thanks. 
          
          Look, sometimes the cover just doesn’t vibe with the darkness and chaos of the book, and I can’t help it if my artistic soul has a meltdown every two days. It’s a process, alright?! A messy and beautiful process.
          
          So, get ready to witness the most chaotic cover change yet. Hold your wands (or your tea mugs, if you’re a Muggle), because this one’s gonna knock your socks off… or at least slightly misalign them. ✨
          
          If you’re thinking, “Why does she keep doing this?” Well, my response is simple: Because I can. And because The Heir deserves to be immortalized in perfection.

Happy New Year, my little army of chaotic readers! 
          
          We survived another year—barely—and dragged my small, humble Wattpad book along with us. If you're still here despite my questionable update schedule and tendency to leave you hanging on cliffhangers, congratulations, you're officially more loyal than a Hufflepuff!
          
          This year, I promise (kinda) to keep delivering drama, angst, and fictional characters you'll probably fall in love with more than actual humans. Let’s face it, they’re better anyway.
          
          Here’s to 2025—may it bring us more plot twists, fewer typos, and the strength to deal with my chaotic brain. Thank you for sticking around and making me feel like less of a lunatic shouting into the void. Stay unhinged, stay magical, and don’t forget to leave a comment, or I might just add you to the cliffhanger list. Cheers! 
          
          

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY CHEERLEADER!
          
          Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for always filling my days with your funny and lovable comments on my chapters. Honestly, I think the only reason I’m still writing this story is because of you! Your unwavering support and encouragement have been a constant source of motivation, and I can’t thank you enough for that.
          
          You truly are a wonderful person, and I feel so lucky to have you cheering me on. Well, you don't know this yet, but I’m working on the next chapter just for you—because you deserve it.
          
          Here’s to another year of laughter, love, and endless creativity!
          
          

Hi! i just published "His Savior" again. 

Guys, hear me out (again).
          
          I’ve decided to keep the Harry Potter x Y/N Malfoy fanfic chilling in my drafts because... let’s be honest, my current work in progress is gonna take forever. Like, seriously—it’s seven years at Hogwarts, and I’m still on Year One. At this rate, I’ll probably finish it around the time we get a Hogwarts letter irl.
          
          So yeah, the new fic won’t see the light of day anytime soon. BUT, I’m slowly (very slowly) working on it in the background. Consider it a long-term project. Who knows, maybe by the time I finish my current one, we’ll all have mastered Apparition.
          
          Until then, patience, my friends. Or just send me Felix Felicis, because I’ll need it.

Okay, so... What is wrong with me? I have so many projects to work on, but instead... I’m starting a Y/N Malfoy x Harry Potter fanfic. Yes, you read that right. Am I alright? Probably not.
          
          I’m about to dive into a chaotic mess of forbidden love, angst, and all the tension you could possibly imagine between a Malfoy and Potter. Why am I like this? I have zero answers, but I do have a plan... kinda.
          
          Should I write this? Absolutely. Will I regret it? 100%. But do I care? Also... yes. But we’re doing it anyway, so let’s goooo. ✨
          
          Who’s ready to watch me juggle this with all the other stuff I’m supposed to be writing? (Prayers appreciated, y’all. I’m gonna need them).