People sang, he couldn't.
People drew, he couldn't.
People danced, he couldn't.
With no talent, he was flawed. Or so he thought.
His pen broke as he vent out his frustration. No more an average, he was a successful writer in making.
People drew, he couldn't.
People danced, he couldn't.
With no talent, he was flawed. Or so he thought.
His pen broke as he vent out his frustration. No more an average, he was a successful writer in making.
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