It is funny how people aren't interested in other people's talents until they are famous or dead...
Last night I found out I lost everything, all my poetry, my diary entries, my thoughts, my words written intimately for myself and whoever would have the chance to read it, but now the only person that will have these thoughts is myself.
I can't share them with anyone.
Does it matter considering I don't have so called "talent"?
I am not a writer or an author, but I took care of what I wrote and opened myself up to something I knew wasn't there.
Should I be hurt and sour? Or should I be angry at this consequence?
Maybe I should leave it be and be thankful I had the opportunity to write even if it was of unimportance to the rest of mankind...
Last night I found out I lost everything, all my poetry, my diary entries, my thoughts, my words written intimately for myself and whoever would have the chance to read it, but now the only person that will have these thoughts is myself.
I can't share them with anyone.
Does it matter considering I don't have so called "talent"?
I am not a writer or an author, but I took care of what I wrote and opened myself up to something I knew wasn't there.
Should I be hurt and sour? Or should I be angry at this consequence?
Maybe I should leave it be and be thankful I had the opportunity to write even if it was of unimportance to the rest of mankind...
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