When the first crimson leaves drift from the trees, that's when I think of...
All the stories I still want to write, but never finish because I have the attention span of a butterfly on crack.
Writing mean a lot to me, it's my place to escape when the real world becomes too much. I make the rules, I do what I want, I write what I desire. I take way too much time to write a few words but I don't mind, I love what I write.
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