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Time.
We don't have much of it; we have to savor every moment. We have to do something, be productive, be fruitful. We don't have the time to be wasting time.
Write.
Write like the world depends on it.
Paper is the only thing pinning me to reality. Though, in another sense, it's also keeping me away.
Creating new worlds with my endless supply of words. Living a different life to keep me in my own.
When I have nothing, when I have no one, when I am so close to disappearing, I pick up a pen and write.
Words.
Words are everything. There are millions of words. One for each and every occasion. They mean different things based on how they are strung together. We, as humans, rely on words, on conversation, both verbal and silent.
To live, we either speak these words or write them. One way or another, we have to get them out.
Write.
Write because the world does depend on it.
