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I used to hate writing.
Yes, I said it.
I feel bad about it now.
I think it was all the essays in literture we had to write. Every. Single. Day.
I barely passed majority of them with flying colors.
Everyone else would always get continous B's or extremely sky-high A's.
I tried reading a lot to help get "inspired"
yet, still I had disliked writing.
Until I met a girl.
We're still good friends.
She's a poetic genius, I would say.
She's the type of girl who always wear vintage flower print clothes
and is apart of every single creative club.
She inspired me.
I thank her for opening my mind to poetry
I gained a lot more confidence and love for it.
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