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Young Writers Society


flyinginvisible

About flyinginvisible

Confined to a notebook and Microsoft Word, I'm living in a shell. It's hard to open up, even fiction that's kind of not fiction, even run-ons I know are run-ons, and even poems to complete strangers. Judge me harshly because I am my own worst enemy. I dare you to beat me with that.



No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
— John Donne