I pick up my phone at night
Staring at the screen so bright
Trying my best to write a book
Really, it's harder than it looks
I dread tomorrow
And the days that follow
When I will have to update
And most likely release it late
How many times have I tried
And in the end my soul died
Writing books is torturous
Buying them empties your purse
I don't feel like sleeping
Neither do I feel like writing
But here I am on Wattpad
Thinking that my life is sad
I question myself again
Is writing this worth the pain
Will it be liked after I publish
I don't even dare to wish
I could be shopping online
Or I could drink some wine
But writing calls me
And I can't just leave it be
So I type
Please don't get hyped
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Word count of one hundred and fifty five
And I am sleep deprived
How does one bake a pie
I'm running out of ideas goodbye
