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Why I write (scholarship)


To write is to profess and to scribble is to exhume. 

When I was younger.

A child.

I was taken over by shyness and "backward" tendencies.

It was hard to communicate with others iin the way that I felt I needed. 

When I learned how write, I bought a journal. 

Everything was in it.

Thoughts, fears, phobias,wishes and fantasies.

I wrote epic tales of woe as if I where a princess watching her subject down below. 

I was growing.

Like a tree I grew , up from the inner struggles.

Little by litte, I emerged victorious.

With each word, I grew a little more

Out of my pod and into the sun..

 

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