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Blotted Ink with a Broken Quill

United States

13 years old.
In love with books.
Ranger's Apprentice. 1
Dawn of Wonder. 2
Wings of Fire. 3
Warriors. 4
Percy Jackson. 5

ENFP-T

Coldplay.
Beatles.

Guitarist.
Artist.
Screamer.
Lover.
Actor.

Join Date: September 12, 2018

Message to Readers

Ehh, pretty proud of this (definitely not republishing recognition) :`( lol

Growing Down

April 8, 2019

He begins with, 
"Thirteen
Opening here, not began, haven't started, new lifespan.
Writing lines, black as coal, broken heart, mending soul.
Go to sleep, find light rest, open pages, I'm the guest.
Twelve
Countless hours, spent inside, painting backwards, without a guide.
Puzzling pieces, shoved apart, finally fit, perfect art.
Simply honest, yelling loud, hitting pillows, no longer cowed.
Eleven
Dashing snow, stringing words, laughing silent, singing birds.
Reclaimed innocent, back outside, rushing fields, taken stride.
Words are spoken, opened eyes, racing thoughts, ever skies.
Ten
Milestone here, doubly so, interesting premise, reality although... 
Music has entered, notes flying by, passing in colors and sunset paved sky.
Cliche in a thought, clashing emotions, icicles standing, a frozen ocean.
Nine
Back below two, open to change, almost forgotten, the fear and the pain.
Living in air, in winged birds' lives, the ocean is seen, as white dove dives.
Drifting in levels, of legos and letters, reading is trivial, building is better.
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fading

Eight
Without complication, a thought of carnation, doesn't have to see, what is in me.
a thought outgoing, easily overthrowing, what it never really needed to be.
Vertigo isn't bad sensation, but in indignation, I took as something had to agree.
Seven
incense filling spaces, candle smoke enlaces, sage and thyme with empty faces. 
Scorching tales, of dragons and mail, without anger and hail, holding up grail.
Leaving a place, where only temporary space, existed to be replaced, incased.
Six
Just now arrived, left to be derived, but soon revived, and then alive.
Sitting in beat, a journey can't meet, snow with all its sleet, tasting sweet.
Gliding down, with map and sound, without ground; astound. 
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fading

Five--Four
The memory will end soon, before I fully lose the tune, 
while sitting on my lonely dune, staring out into the moon,
carving out a sealing rune, when I see the light of noon,
and time is compressed to june.

Three--Two
Even closer to the end, now pictures are my only link, 
for writing this to you I bend, the rules that I do extend,
to be able to befriend, and not offend the godsend of love.
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One
One. More. Year.
One more year of treasure.
One more year of sun.
One more year of sanity.
One more year of battles one.

One more year of living."

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He finished as he realized the only thing he ever had in common with anyone else was that he was different.
Laying my life before your eyes. Maybe you'll be able to glimpse a little something for yourself.

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