When I was One,
I was just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll Six now for ever and ever.
So i was thinking of writing a book based on this lovely poem, but whenever i start writing something (although i have great ideas) i always get mixed up and don't know what to say or what to write or how to express myself (rather like in real life). sometimes i start but i don't know what else ill put in the story, and i get stuck and confused and scared and frightened..... MAYBE ill just stick to what im good at... keeping ideas small (within short stories). i love this blog now because it feels like a Tom Riddle's diary in which i can 'pour my heart into', and i know no one's reading it so that's okay!
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