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On writing and writing on

October 20, 2017

It's #NationalWritingDay and in honour of my first and everlasting love, writing, I want to share why I write. I write because the words need to come out or I am going to burst. I write what I can't say out loud. I write because my mind is so loud and the room is so quiet. I write because I want to share my story so that others know they are not alone. I write because I am passionately, madly in love with books. I write because writing is magic, and we all need a little magic in our lives - even if it's just some thoughts and feelings on a piece of paper.

Most importantly, I write because I love to write. Because there is no reason why I should, no one to impress, and nothing I get out of it other than knowing this who I am - it's my identity. The world cannot take it from me. It has nothing to do with what I have, what I achieve, what I have lost or who I am with. It is me.

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