The words you wrote will soon be just words from your past. Your poetry page and writings on your blog will become like a book that the author left unfinished because the story was sad.

You will not write anymore because soon you’ll be happy. Soon, you will have someone who is going to be the reason why you stop writing. You’ll become busy with him, making you happy, that you’ll never have the time drowning from your own thoughts again because he’ll help you through it—anxieties, fears, and insecurities. You just wait.

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