Everything I ever tried to be good at was hard for me. Except for writing.

With this, I don’t try. I am just stamped upon the paper be it ugly or beautiful. I am there. The words are me and I am them. My story. My awakening. My falls and my defeats.

And it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s heartbreaking or happy because it always resonates with someone somewhere. When it does, they feel a little less alone and maybe a little more loved. And to be good at something like that means everything to me.

LL

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