How do I even explain the things that I see in my mind? How do I even attempt to share my soul with someone unwilling to pay attention. I’ll be over here, when you notice me. I’ve been here the whole time.
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I was born an artist, a dancer, a believer, a singer, but most of all I was born a writer. I draw and paint and create, but it is only within my words can I truly escape.
I bury myself in my books, dreaming of passion that can only be written, and tales that can only be dreamed of. This is my escape.
My drive is my dream, my motivations come from my readers, and my inspiration is purely within my imagination. I sleep, wake, and breathe my stories. This, is my escape.