I wrote because of their inability to nurture me. I wrote to conceal the truth that life was filled with pain and that true beauty could only come from that pain. I wrote to simply disguise that pain.

A.P. Sweet
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Writing is a way to conceal the truth. It is a way to hide pain. The pain you write about can either be real or imagined, but writing is still a way to disguise it. When you are writing, you are concealing the truth.

You are hiding your pain by making up the story of your life. The truth is that you are not alone, that someone else has experienced the same pain you have felt. It is not the only way to conceal the truth, but it can be an effective one.

Source: Dead, But Dreaming

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