Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.

Lilith Saintcrow
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The things we write, whether poems, essays, journals or novels, are like food for our souls. They nourish and feed us. When we write, we ask ourselves questions about our lives and the world around us. We find answers to those questions that we would not find otherwise and we develop ways of expressing ourselves and ideas that we may not have found otherwise. We feel like we’re getting something back from the universe when we read what we’ve written and it makes us happy – or at least we think it does.

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