I Write Because
Once upon a time, there was a girl with a broken heart.
She had no one to talk to, no one who understood.
She turned to pen and paper, writing, writing.
The paper listened, never judged, never argued.
She emptied her soul in spidery letters.
And the paper remembered them all.
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