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The writer.
A pen in my hand and a promise made long ago.
A writer with a vision only to know. All that I am, And who shall I be.. An imagination, a dream, to write of destiny. I never know what I will write, It isn't inspiration but rather what's right. I only know that what is written is remembered, To at least let me know that I am still alive. I can go tomorrow and maybe this second. But the words that are written Are here to be reckon. I leave a mark in this world, And I cannot leave anything else much to remember. But the words will last a long, from an emotional, the writer. 0 comments from 0 users
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