Shut the windows, the doors, your eyes Don't let the chattering noises hamper; let the words flows deeply into your mind. Feel your pain; taste it.
Take a seat and stay up all-night. Just write it, let your heart bleeds in silent; let the words squeals;let the punctuation marks gets weary; allow your pain to etched in every pages of paper;and let it be your guide, to the other side of your glory.

Feel the deafening silence of the night, or the busy uproarious morning light; Allow yourself to write the most painful, beautiful poetry; let the blood shed in every pages of your tragic, epic stories; let every piece that you make binds mystery ;and shower your avid readers to travel thier souls in history.

Just write. No one is stopping you; No one says you have to. Just write. Write what you feel, that makes it sincere. Write and write until your pen breaks into two; Write as if it's your last paper you are writing to; Just write everything you wanted, until you feel great and true.
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