Not All Habits are Bad.

For a long time writing was my biggest passion. I have many books, filled with poetry from beginning to end. For about almost one and a half years, I stopped. I felt like there was something wrong with me--like I could no long express my emotions. This saddened me, as writing was a way to calm down, and to write irrationally, but then realize the rationality of the situation. I missed it. But yesterday, I wrote my first poem in a really, very long time! It must be something about Fall, it never ceases to inspire me. It is my favorite season, indeed.


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