Trapped in my mind, Millions of stories waiting to be told. Why can't I write them, Before they grow old?
I know they are good, And would be recieved well. But I can not write them. It's my personal he**.
I try now and then, To write down a tale. But I am unsuccessful. Am I afraid to fail?
I'm afraid to fail. I think that is it. For one can not fail, When they never submit.
Nor can I succeed. This now I can see. If I never try, My dreams will never be.
I have to push myself, With all of my might. To sit myself down, and write, write, write.
-RlaurenC-
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