I always wanted to be a writer when I was younger – I know there is no chance of that happening, but I can’t say it isn’t nice to get things down on paper. Please comment if you would like to, I would appreciate any feedback.

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to look at and of my writing – every single ‘view’ means so much

  • Age: 28
  • Joined: February 2011

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Just passed 400 views…not a lot compared to many on here but means the world to me! Thank you so much if you’ve come on my profile and had a look around…and feel free to come back anytime! / Thank you, thank you, thank you
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