onsdag 22 september 2021

a fiction story about surviving



i have a dream about being an writer 
the thought progress help for my hands 
they like always shake , not sure if i might make it 
but i might like it , just sit in my room and write
make up new stories and poems 
i have an dream that my body will function ok 
we all know that is , a lie but i have no plan to die 
again 
because i am my own supporter and i am quite an survivor 
yeah you guys shall subscribe on me because i am great being alive 

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