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I'm busy. But the words are begging to be free. I'm tired, But the emotions won't leave me. I know I must give vent somehow. I sit. The writing begins, now. I dream. The ideas viciously compete. I write. Abstracts struggle to be concrete. I'm done. Now I can rest my head. I'm wrong. Another idea comes out ahead.
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<p>writing can be therapeutic to exercise the mind</p><p>expressing your thoughts proudly</p><p>and free from emotional imprisonment</p><p>keep writing</p>

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