Story-time Struggles.
Growing up isn't easy
The struggles are endless.
No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,
in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
"write" he said,
get creative with your story.
so i wrote.
and i wrote.
and to that i thank my sanity for.
if it wasnt for writing, i'd be a bottled up mess.
so i write,
and i write, to my hearts content.
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