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Why I Write


Writing only comes natural It is like my head knows what to write while my hands take over Writing pen to paper lets me express myself in a different, unique way Anxiety is the key to my insecurity The sudden rush that goes through my body, the dripping sweat through my palms, and the extreme worriedness Whenever you try to cure something that is impossible to is the worst thing tyou can imagine It is unfair Inherited from family or just an unlucky cause Anxiety haunts people Taking them down one by one Scarring their souls forever from being able to breathe Making them fearful of being constantly judged I write to free my soul, to let it breathe It is the only thing that will set me free
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