Yesterday someone told me that a writer is supposed to talk to lots of people just to explore ideas,and I declined.
Maybe I'm not a writer. Maybe writing isn't my hobby.
Its not my real home,I'm just renting.
Maybe I'm just good at fixing words together,
Just like how I'm good at fixing people's hearts except my own.
Maybe all this is a dream.
Maybe I'm just a refugee,running from my daily routine.
Maybe I'm all dead inside and language keeps me here,
Alive.
Maybe words are just my escape,
From this chaotic world.
Maybe writing is my best friend. She keeps my secrets better than you do.
Maybe I'm not a writer
I'm just a survivor.
Just maybe!


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