Just a whisperer, trying to ink and uncover what's already beneath the sun.
May you find something here that softly whispers to your heart.
(P.S. If you notice any grammar or spelling mistakes, please feel free to let me know. I've failed English several times-but I'm still trying. Thank you.)
A peek at my writings:
Roses are painfully red
surely, they must have suffered gravely
to attain such beauty.
A person who cannot forgive should never study history-it's for the brave.
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