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Whispers of a Weary Pen: A Writer’s Flame-Kissed Confession
I get tired a lot. Weariness in the quiet town that cradled my dreams settles in like an old companion, wrapping me in its familiar embrace. Tiredness permeates me as I sit hunched over my keyboard, chasing words across the screen. Yet, amidst it all, there was a little kid lost in the labyrinth of her imagination.
By fleeting.serenics3 days ago in Poets