Letter after letter lies in my trash can, piling up. I can't seem to make it right. Metaphors are too confusing. I'm bad at getting straight (Or not so straight) to the point. I'm a mess. I don't know what to do.
Naya, If you're reading this long after I've died in some accident or something, please take something from this. I don't know what, but something is to be learned here.
Naya, Everything I write is too cheesy, too "tumblr pick up line"-ish. How do I fix this? You're writing a book. You know how to make it better, right? I need your help, in better words, I need you. I just can't make myself tell you that yet.
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How to be a Bisexual Sprout
कविताWhy? I'm going to warn you right now. This book slowly evolves into a poetry book. Calm down. It's not gonna hurt you. Much.
