"Poets, we are. Destined to live in our own chest. Stuck. Suffocated, with only words as our breath."
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SnapBrianna
Apr 22, 2021 08:58AM
Part 2/2This brings us here.Obviously, I wanted to try something new and totally out of my comfort zone. But it had to be dramatic, it had to have a beyond decent plot idea and character introducti...View all Conversations
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