Who I am
A room full of books
Inspiration and creativity all around
Lingering smells of new and old in the air
The softness of pages flipping through my fingers
Ingniting my heart
Creativity rushing through my veins
Inspiration in my hands
Ink carving into paper
Thoughts rapidly flowing through my fingers
Feeling love of writing
Realizing writing was my dream
Afraid to pursue my dream
But continuing to push on
Pushing forward is who I am
And who I am is a inspired writer
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