T angling potencies my pen holds !
R ustling words calling into void,
I nner me ! A little sculptor,
C raving to head high towards my dreams.
K icking all arbitrary snags and letting me leap ahead,
S leeping not only to forge dreams, I hold,
T remendous abilities, but picked writing as my hobby !
E eriness of failure can't even scare me,
R eticent, mystifying, eccentric, I am living.
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