Always wanted to be one,
a magical writer.
all I thought about
was keeping it there,
but what you leave
definitely, run for you.
I've once be one
but getting back, seems difficult.
Only the ones that grows in me,
let, meet it there.
The one I learned about,
but later leave, leave me too.
When i need it now,
I found not in me.
©cashymoore
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