Worst best writer alive

When our hearts stops beating – blame the coffee, when we write about our pain – blame our associates, when we smile – blame the coffee and our associates.

We practice to become the greatest writers who ever lived. We hear people talk about Shakespeare all the time and we respect that, from the bottom of our hearts we respect that. With mêlées in our hearts and with a so called passion we endeavour onto becoming great. Regardless of writers who decomposed years ago. Not that we’re competent of such inspiration but we fail to understand their legacy. Wasn’t he the same writer who made up words, wasn’t he one of the writers who ‘founded’ English and wasn’t he the exact same person who made up English words? Yet we call him GREAT!

Meaning he could’ve made up words when he couldn’t paint pictures and still make women cry?

Could he live and still be great or do we only consider him great in his living times?

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