Out of boredom,
I open up an old novel I was writing at the age of 13.

I remember thinking I was a brilliant writer,
This book is publishing material.

I read it today and

Filled with teenage angst, raging hormones and everything in between.

Why did I think this passed,
For writing?!

Well at least I improved.
But I don’t like the fact that,
In few years,
I will cringe at writing I did today.

I was reading a poem I wrote last year,
It became trending,
And I think “how?”
Is this even worthy for a like?

Well, I can say I grew.

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤


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