Honestly...

I’ve been striving to make a comeback with my writing, but lately, it feels like I’ve lost my touch. 

My words no longer sing the way they used to. The thrill of creation has faded, and the satisfaction I once found in finishing a piece seems to have slipped away. 

Draft after draft, everything feels insufficient—not enough, not right. Perhaps I haven't yet discovered the story my heart truly wants to tell, or maybe I lack the courage to share it, knowing that writing exposes vulnerability—or the ability to craft lies that feel as real as the truth.

Still, I refuse to give up; I'll keep writing, keep searching for that spark and the song my heart sings.


P.S: Fade and Lele lovers, part 5 might be coming to you sooner than you think!

Ifedolapo❤️

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