“Let your stories pour from the pages,” said the teacher. “You must make them as fluid as water and wild as the woods.”
“But what if my ink runs dry?” You ask.
“Fill the well with inspiration,” the wise tutor mouths.
You sigh. “Where will I find my muse though?”
“Play and a stream of words will trickle into an ocean of adventures no one could stem,” the teacher replied closing the door behind him.
Before You Fall In Love With Anyone Else, Make Sure You Love You
Know your value and you will demand respect
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