Ever since I was young did I write and write and write. Since the day I could hold a pencil, marker, pen, crayon, whatever.

I was always full of abundant stories, poetry and imagination, and only later on would I know both ends from picking up a pen in both sadness and of happiness.

I have recieved many awards for my writing pieces in the past, given some to many, published ones for myself or as gifts; but nothing in my life could ever amount to the peace I have had in picking up a pen and being able to create words that not only have spread so many things and help to others,
But in helping myself.

To all the writers out there-
"Use what talent you posses, the woods would be very silent if the only birds that sang were the best."

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