I wrote and rejected my own words, I marked them basic, unoriginal. I erased lines I never replaced. I stopped making new worlds. I loathed that I was only typical, I hoped it would only be a phase But I paused. The pause turned into a halt. It turned into a break, turned into never. Then I wrote back all that I lost, Stopped stopping and breaking and believing the false. I want to continue writing letters. So I will mix and match and reach my goal to have never been better.
Finally, I just went ***** it I'll write. Thank you, pinkink. I love you