Writing is like running away. Running away to a place you made with your own hand.

YKRaikou
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The ability to express oneself through writing is not only a privilege but a necessary part of life. Humans have been making art for as long as we can remember. Whether it’s drawing or painting or writing, we all need to find that way to share our thoughts and feelings and emotions with the world. When we write, we don’t stop expressing ourselves; we just take it somewhere else. We may be running away from the emotions we feel, but we’re still making them with our own hand.

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