الوصف
Ever since I wrote my other books, I couldn’t bring myself to write anything else. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it felt like there was nothing left in me to write about. Like I had already said what I needed to say. I lost inspiration, and for a while, I truly believed I had done my part as a writer, like it was a chapter of me that had already closed. Something I once was.
That space made me question everything. I started looking for myself in other places, trying to figure out who I am without the stories, without the words. And for a while, that was enough.
But somewhere along the way, after I let go of the pressure and the weight of wanting to write again so badly, the words came back. Softly, unexpectedly, like they had just been waiting for me to stop chasing.
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