I am the pretty flower that wilted
before you,
the autumn leaf that blew away,
the shooting star that
lasted only a moment
I still mourn who I was
All that's left is debris
Olivia McGuire
I have been a writer for many years though I have often gone through lengthy writer's block and sometimes didn't even believe I was a writer. I have now found a way to keep writing by keeping it short instead of trying to attempt lengthy books. I also consider myself quite the warrior surviving both a painful divorce and cancer; and still living and pressing on with lupus. I am an incurable hopeless romantic in love with love, happy endings, tragedies, books, music, and gazing at stars.
Love it!
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