I'm eighteen and I love writing, drinking and questioning existentialism. I spend most of my time either running around with my limited amount of friends, eating, reading, watching TV shows non-stop, procrastinating and 0.0000000001% of my time is actually spent writing.
I did have an account on here that my thirteen year old self spent hours nurturing but let's just forget about that, okay? Okay.
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Stories by H L Allen
Winter's Touch
A little poem I wrote about the right love for the wrong person.
