It was the same road,
But a different direction.
It was the same words,
But a different intention.
When I look back
I find myself in contention
If all that ever was
my mind’s own creation.
anjc815
I love writing short stories for my daughter, who, on the other hand, loves editing my work. I survive my full-time job by writing make-believe worlds and poetry on the commute to work and crafting on the weekends.
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