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Becasue the mind races and the imaginations casue a frenzy in your head,
Becasue the people and the nature inspire me so,
Because the ink and the paper can capture the image, while I could grow old and absentminded,
Why did I become a writer?
Because the blissful set of imagination is the best to reality.
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