I remember when I was in middle school and wrote every single day without fail. I had a green spiral notebook covered in doodles and stickers. I filled the pages with poems, titles to stories or chapter titles to story ideas. I poured my heart and soul onto those pages, often spilling dark secrets I wouldn’t even tell my closest friend. Once that notebook filled, I bought another one and continued the process.
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Ironically, even though I was a preteen middle schoo...
Published on May 22, 2017 12:05