Joined Aug 2025
I lived my life afraid to share what I love, fearing it would be judged as bad —contrary to what I believed. The years rushed past me while I stood still, only watching. I am twenty-three years old, and though I know I am still young, many times I feel as if I have already lived my whole life. This thought itself frightens me, for I have not published my stories all these .years, leaving them adrift, alone, in a dark sea somewhere within my soul
I once read a saying: “The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. ”.The second best time is now So here I am today, to revive what remains of my stories—hoping their .boats, though long delayed, will finally reach the shores of readers
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