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~brevity is the soul of wit
I write because I'm good friends with words,
Long since my childhood they have been with me through all my thick and thin.
Through my summers and my winters, through my spring and my autumns
Not that the others are strangers,
Neither the canvases betrayed me
Nor that the lenses left my side...
But still , they are not more than acquaintances.
I write...
I write because I feel as a whole
My words make me complete.
They stand for me , they talk for me.
When everyone leaves, they stay...
They have always stayed to uphold me.
When it feels like the end, and everything fades away...
I'm left with my words,
My statements and lines.
My poems and stories.
My rants and letters.
You see, I'm an introvert and it's very hard for me to express myself openly. I have trust issues and I felt that sharing your problems with others would just add on to theiRelated chapters
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