Every time I sat down to write, a thought crept in:
"What if people notice my mistakes? What if they don’t take me seriously?"
But then I realized—language was never my enemy.
It was my bridge.
Every time I sat down to write, a thought crept in:
"What if people notice my mistakes? What if they don’t take me seriously?"
But then I realized—language was never my enemy.
It was my bridge.
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