Ever since I could hold a pen, I would write.
I remember writing short stories, drawing pictures and illustrations of the images that crossed my awareness as I envisioned the plot, and prancing around the house with a folder of poetry that I had written and stuffed inside.
Usually, my poems were about love and loss. My st…
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