Supported by these crutches
So weak I have no muscles
To push through this cloud of smoke
And come out all damper, smelling fresh like a rose
Rushing inside these obstacles
Blindsided by the decibel level
That tells tales of failure and misfortune
Looking forward to a future with a role
The evolution of the leech to the prize winning fisherman
Trying to capture to biggest fish in the pond
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I like to write. Here are some of my writing samples. I hope you enjoy them!
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