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Well writing is almost like dying.
One second everything is peaceful, the next the world is on fire.
Words fly out of my brain and onto the paper, or the keys, or into the air millions breathe in.
I feel as if someone, somewhere , has heard the words I have only ever written and never spoken aloud.
I feel as if someone, somewhere , has heard the words I have only ever written and never spoken aloud.
My initials burn my future into the stars.
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