Success

I always wanted to be a success

By Laura ElizabethPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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I always wanted to be a success

Over wealth and accomplishment, I would stress.

Now I look at the five

That I made alive

And get back to cleaning their mess.

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Laura Elizabeth

Here I am, turning a life-long passion into something more. Whatever genre I delve into, my style is descriptive. I aim to paint pictures with words to share with you the worlds that come to life within my imagination.

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