Just to be real, I'm not good with words. I don't trust my mouth on what to say or to ask. I don't believe that I could explain things as I've imagined it; I can't be sure if its the exact word for it, so I rely to the unconciousness of the brain which process things to get to a point of an idea.1098Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLK5qVb272H
And for some reason, my thoughts are more confident than my voice; maybe it's because of how I was nurtured. I guess they thought narrow paths lead to one place but now they got a silent rebel who recognized there are other ways to live. They may murder my dreams and beliefs with all they got but I know better when it comes to words; oh man, just don't get me started because when I've reach my goals, I'll kill'em with kidness. Revenge is never my edge but writing tragedies are; and I'm sorry to tell that I like to write about villains than the cliche sunny personalities because those bad guys are who I lived with, and I know they are just lost souls. To conclude things, I think that the life of a writer is all about writing what has happened in their lives but making it more colourful and filled with wonderlust.1234 copyright protection1094ＰＥＮＡＮＡEN06WAZGCP 尼

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