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Late nights sitting at my desk while holding a pen, dont know if I'm really there or just stressed. Just turn 17. Crazy because many people think I can't write that good at my age. Some think I "copy" it down, but really my mind is just being self-express. See because I've always found my way in writing, whether if mad or emotionally drowned, whether if I'm happy or kind of lost. I write. Every sentence of every paragraph is what I feel, how I feel and why I feel it. Writing has just not been my escape but also my dream. Writing is my perfect heaven, my perfect dream.

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