I have the heart of a woman and the misguided soul of a poet . My random musing are quite disconcerting. I rambl about unrequited love and misguided affection. What holds me to this quest to be a poet you ask? Writers block.
Try as I might I can't seem to write. The more I try the more the words of desolate poet come out. I am a poet without a dream, a poet with a writers soul, a failed poet who exceeds at nothing. I am a dreary soul looking for an outlet
I am
Abigail Madison Chase - A Failed Poet with a new book!
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