SimplyA Poem by Chahklat
write write write
all damn night to wake up to the sun still nothing is done write write write all damn night until your hand falls off and the thoughts are lost I write and I create. I control the visions I make. It took work and practice. Still I must master this. Craft it. But the end worth is the end to preserve.
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Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 2017 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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