I’m the writer who lost her purpose..
The end of this novel, how am I supposed to write it..
My own Fiction and I keep writing these 3 words
The end of this novel, how am I supposed to write it..
My own Fiction and I keep writing these 3 words
Everything is Fiction. Setting the warn out pen on the old paper stained in tears.
If I cant' empty you, I will try to fill up again. i rewrite the story again
This story can’t be happy or sad
Right now I’m writing such a happy story
But it is all just a wish..... still
This is fact.
But it is all just a wish..... still
This is fact.
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