Let's get this straight: I don't know what I'm doing here.

You see, I love poetry, but I'm not a poet. I adore a good story, but I'm not a writer.

Then why did I pick up my pen?

Well, don't look at me! I just told you I don't know... but I guess everything happens for a reason: me writing this and you reading it.

Maybe my words will make you smile. Maybe they'll finally help you shed those tears you've been desperately trying to hide. Maybe they will make you rethink your life.

I. Don't. Know.

Do I care? Definitely.

If you want, you can tell me all about it. If you don't, I'm okay with that.

Just don't drown.

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➼ Feel free to point out grammatical issues. English isn't my native language, so any feedback is highly appreciated.

➼ Don't hesitate to comment on my writing style either. I value your advice.

➼ All criticism to help me grow as a writer/poet/living being is welcome. Keep it clean and straightforward. I'm a changeling: I don't get hints. Tell me what is wrong and how to improve it.

I will publish a poem/chapter/whatever you want to call it, whenever sweet Coincidence yells in my ear to do so.

I'll wrap this up by wishing you, my dear reader, a wonderful day.

Use your brain, follow your heart and stay safe.

As for now, I've got to go.

Bye