Let's Be Honest
I promise to write every day,
Even if it’s only a sentence
Or a short paragraph
That kinda sucks
And sounds like I was drunk
When I wrote it
Because I need to write
And I need to read
In order to get anywhere.
I’m so scared that I’m not good enough
To be a writer
That makes money from
Writing
Or by condensing thoughts
And hopes
And fears
Into words
That other people understand
And want to read
And I often wish that
I could go back
To when I didn’t matter
Because that’s when I was the most brave.
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