This is true to me. I don't write stories on here at all, maybe I should. Everything gets written down on paper then disposed of at some later date. Writing lets you escape to somewhere where you want to be, as opposed to where you are in life.
Yesterday, our English Literature teacher took us outside onto the balcony in our Gardens and we had our lesson there, in the warm breeze. I felt completeley content.
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