Why you should support me

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I agree. There is nothing more annoying that being talked into something you have no interest in.


So why follow me if you don't have an interest in poetry?
1. I specify in many different areas other than poetry - creative writing, reviews, short articles, short stories, news writing... the list goes on.
2. I have much life experience for someone of my age - I have travelled many countries and done many things that some could only dream of, It is likely that even if you don't like what I am writing about, you will like what I am talking about.
3. My aim is to change people's lives. If I was paid to do the job I love to do, If I had enough support from the public to change the world, I would donate to charities, I would go out there and do my best to make a difference, not only with words - but with actions.
4. I study journalism, so I am pretty clued up as to what is going on in the world, I also like a good debate! So if there is something you feel very opinionated about feel free to discuss it with me and It is likely that I will have my own opinion on the topic also.
5. My aim is to entertain, to change the world for the better, to change the lives of those who have taken the wrong path and to make my family and friends proud of me. Some would say this is a very brave aim. Maybe, but If I can have the support I need from the public I promise I will never give up until I achieve what I set out to achieve.
Many Thanks
Boneata

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