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I love to write. Writing to me is a shield when I’m afraid and a weapon when I’m angry. It is friend and lover and thief of time. It exposes me and hides me. It is there in the morning, and there in the evening. Of all the chaos of my life, writing is my one constant.
When I’m hurt or I’m afraid of hurting, I write and with my writing heal or am healed. One in the same.