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by nahke

I write and I write Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days I write for fun, I write for therapy I write because It's all I might ever be. My writings are my thoughts. Some lovely, some scarring. With a pencil in my hand and paper in front of me, writing away the monsters is the only way I can be saved, at least for a little while, saved from reality. I write and I write Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad. Like that, I will keep on writing, non-stop, till I'm dead.
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Oct 25, 2014
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