“Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
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Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySo when I'm depressed or having a block for my stories I write little poems or little tid bits of sentences that I find intriguing. A lot less cringy than my stories and probably better work so yeah, whack.
