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Why I Write.


In the words of Lord Byron ‘if I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.’ Writing keeps me sane; it is a form of liberation. It has become a way of life. There are moments when I cannot recall my thoughts with my tongue; it is the pen that speaks for me. Sometimes the pen has a mind of its own, using my thoughts as energy, writing things that I didn’t know I was feeling. Writing has become an obligation, like breathing. It has become a part of me, like skin.
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Limitations of the English Language.


The sound of heavy laughter filled the carriage; it was coming from a woman. There was something peculiar about the way that she laughed. It was profound. With every moment, the laughter traversed through her, emanating sorrow as if
 her only way to heal. She was laughing through melancholy, through pain; this laughter was surfacing from the abyss of her skin. I pondered but realised that I could not locate the words to depict the sound that I was hearing.
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