This is sometimes how I feel when I sit down to write. A big hurdle that I must clear, by myself and without the confidence to do it alone. But there is light, through the window. If only I can just reach the other side. Where the grass is always greener, right?
This is sometimes how I feel when I sit down to write. A big hurdle that I must clear, by myself and without the confidence to do it alone. But there is light, through the window. If only I can just reach the other side. Where the grass is always greener, right?
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