Though I am old
I still search
In this world of
doors.
Though I am young
I still search
In this maze of
secrets,
In this undecided
world.
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This is me: Ana
About me
Hi, my name is Ana and I am currently 10 years old. I have always loved writing stories and poems and write them everywhere: on small bits of paper, in lots of different notebooks, on the computer, and even on random bits of cardboard! I am worried I might lose them, so I have started this blog to put all my writing in one place.
I am a bit embarrassed about people reading what I have written, but I hope you enjoy it.
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