Things happen both good and bad and sometimes we don't talk about it. Memories come and spill a lot of things but we still remain silent about it. We smile, we laugh, we cry but things still stay the same.We feel pain but we don't say a thing. We only talk through one thing, that is; OUR PEN. All the days of pain bleed through our pen. All the days of joy laugh through our pen. All the good and bad times are spoken through the same pen. Yes, we are writers! This is the life of a writer, we talk less and write more. A lot of times it's not because we don't want to talk, but it's because the only one that listens is our pen!
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