And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.
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المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
قصص بقلم Jeymar D. Villegas
Mark my Promise
What will happens, happens. Expecting too much can hurt you so much.
This is Me
How unrequited feelings end if you reincarnated to another life just to continue your story with him.
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HUG ME TIGHT, IF YOU LOVE ME. DON'T LEAVE ME.
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