Writer
Rather, it had felt like something else to him. Perhaps more like a curse. Yes, a dreading curse of words. A writer shall never go speechless, but there he stood, in complete silence. All the words from his head formed into a poem of all the tears he cried night after night. A feeling as though he could not speak. He stood up, ready to make the world see him. Ready to make all the world understand for the first time.
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