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I write because it speaks to me

A whisper, a soft cry for attention

Wanting someone to keep it safe

I feel lost without it.

It has become my salvation

My refuge, a place I can call my own.

That's why I write

Because I can show the world how beautiful it really is.

Because I can be myself.

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