This is just a filler "chapter" of some sort.

Imma just celebrate for the ....*drumrolls*
500+ reads❣

And that moment I realized it's half a thousand.. I can't thank you enough guys TT×TT have this amount of hearts ❤♥❤♥❤♥❤♥❤♥❤♥❤♥❤xinfinity

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My process of making a poem:

↗ Full of inspiration and imagination so writes the first 4-6 lines.

↗ Doesn't know what to do so waits for a day/days.

↗ Needs perfect timing which is at midnight where I sneak and write my poem often hiding from my parents.

↗ Near completion and is not sure if it sounds okay.

↗ Completes it and is satisfied with the end.

↗ Re-reads the whole poem and is unconfident.

↗ Says whatever and publishes it.

↗ See's it at 11am and cringes.

↗ Re-reads the whole poetry book everyday to get used to it.

↗ Accepts it in the end.

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So I imagined my English teacher discovering that I write poems in wattpad(unlikely) and would say to "write" or compose a poem on the spot. So then I imagined myself standing on my seat being nervous, shaky, and unconfident reciting:

I wrote to hide and not fake it

To show my will and not shake it

So please don't steal and break it

For this is mine, don't take it

And I ended it at that because look at my process in writing again. I legit thought about it when I was washing my hands in the bathroom. I'm weird like that.

Oh I thought of an additional one:

Just leave it be, just forsake it

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I'm not gonna post I yet because I think I posted You a day ago so yeah. Bbye for now. So much love ❤❤