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Apr 2022
struggling to form a single sentence
words are now hard to puzzle alone
battling to bring the thoughts to existence
doubting the skill of its own

but maybe your wings are just resting
storing energy for another flying
just hang in there and wait for your next soar
this is for the one who couldn't write anymore
But honestly, somedays, I'm having this thought that I was never or ever will be, a writer.
scarmaya nicole
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scarmaya nicole  18/F
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   Wyatt, Healer and Amber Silas
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