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From the internal core of my earth I release a world of bright hope From my hands, flowing streams of smooth syllables nourish the barren lands of men's souls This is why I speak... I write... I live
Step right up, step right up! To the most scariest, craziest, dangerous Rollercoaster you've ever experienced: LIFE! What makes it so scary? NO SAFETY BELTS! But wait, there's more!
Writing is like love with words. It is how an orchestra speaks. Writing can pierce the heart like swords. Or it can pierce the ears like infants shrieks. Writing is many things all in one. You can give someone joy or make them cry.