There is a secret writer in all of us. How we get them out is the question. Some people can write essays, research papers, books, or short stories, but as for me I fail in all those categories. I can right out words in random blurts, not quite poems or lyrics but just random mumbling about a topic on my mind. But when I go back and read them I feel a little bit of pride swell up in me, I feel like I'm not entirely hopeless when it comes to writing. In my own special way I can express myself through words, almost in a poetic rhythmic sort of way but not to the point that I'm self contentious or worried about how it will sound to others. If I am ever to share my work then people will have to try and work through what I've wrote. If they can find some successful portion they will have been able to read what Is truly on my heart, in my mind and in my soul.
Confessions of a secret writer.
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