I am posting the first chapter soonish, if possable can soemone look at it and give me some text body pointers. So it is well spaced and paragraphed. thank you. At the moment I have an idea for a chapter a week minimum.

Well here we go......
(clears throat)
I am a completely new author -as in I am possibly trying to write a fic-
I was just wondering if anyone could help me out with furthering my idea into a realization.

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Well guys I am thinking of starting a colab with a couple of other people, I don't know whom yet, but I do have a few ideas on what the first chapter should be about.

Walking. it is the only thing I can remember ever doing. just walking, on and on. No end in site. the only thing I know is common knowledge, like the alphabet, how to talk, moving, the basic stuff. The only problem is, my first memory.

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-Edited- What happened is that I cut myself do to stress, I now have 7 scars on my left arm and 3 on my right arm. I am not affected by it at all anymore. I am fine now.

This is a conversation I had with. Well what I think is still my gf emily. None of this is edited. It had such an effect on me that I actually broke my razor-blade and went to cut myself, right before dad walked into my room and stopped me.

The beautiful never stay.
The withered and worn remain
Pain and emptiness
push aside happiness and joy.

(me)
(Emily)

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(Adult)

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[this is something i really am still struggling with.Sorry if you don't like it.

Sometimes you just have to wonder
What really makes you wander
Why do you choose the bad choices
when the good ones are right there
when you want nothing but to do the right thing
I've done things that i regret to this day
some of them i should be in prison for
and even more i should be in a psyche ward for
But hey, i'm still kicking, still screaming

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well guys, I actually did it.
I got a girlfriend that actually cares about me, for me yep, my life is definitely getting better. And she loves horses !! Equine science for the win !!!!

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Given the word minimum for chapters i will just write poems in the form of blog posts.

When life gave me lemons.
I made friends.
When life asked why i made lemons, friends. I said
"I made the lemons my friends, because i needed someone to talk too."
Life thought about this for several long minutes. And finally said.
"But am I not your friend ?"
I think about this for what felt like hours, but finally said,
"All i ever wanted in MY life, was someone to talk to."
Life smiled and said
"hello Austin, can i be your friend ?"