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    It’s like the feel of absolute freedom
    Being able to be who you are
    There’s no limits, writing takes you far
    And you don't ever need a reason

    It is just so pleasing
    To be able to express
    From using your hands or to finding a computer and beginning to press
    The satisfaction is so amazing
    In my heart, there’s a fire blazing
    And in that fire is a game of chess
    You don’t know what piece you'll move next
    Whether it’s a simple pawn or the mighty queen, you’re a step closer to seizing
    Or your opponent might check,
    But either way it’s a victory.

    A Victory of who you are and can be
    A person of freedom, but so much more
    It can be about war or sores
    Writing can never bore

    Writing is not simply lectures
    Because instead writing can flexure

    Romance to taking chance
    Mystery to real or fictional history
    Action to abstraction
    realistic to idealistic
    Optimism to pessimism
    Fictionally scientific to being truly horrific

    Writing can flexate
    All it needs is a touch of create
    It is a work of art
    meaning it originates in the heart






    As life goes on
    So little is known
    About writing’s magical wonders
    Life can be like a hurricane
    All hell can break loose
    With the mythical God Zeus throwing out bolts of thunder

    But listen my fellow and hoping to become writers,
    Writing is different
    it can begin as good to bad
    but go from sad to glad.
    It can be accessed from anywhere
    At the beginning of the day to pulling an all nighter
    Writing is symbolic to its author

    Writing is freedom
    Pencil or pen
    Computer or phone in hand
    It’s everywhere
    It’s my dearest friend
    It’s always with me
    Never an enemy

    To write is something expressive
    Making imagination into a pleasing sensation
    It takes a lot of passion and endeavor
    To take a simple idea or perception
    And turn it into a soaring plane whose destination is wherever

    A destination filled with imagination and hope
    A place where dreams are real.
    Real enough to where it's hard to explain what you feel.
    Real enough to make it feel like a parallel universe
    Where you have finally escaped
    From the hellish clutches of Lucifer.
    You can finally be yourself in this newly world you have shaped.
    Never curled up in a ball will you be again.






    Instead take this new persona of yours
    And make it a piece of writing
    Whether you want to make it depressing, frightening, confessing, or exciting
    No matter what, just let your heart pour.
    But also do so much more

    Give your heart and soul an open door
    Express yourself as needed
    Enough running
    Enough fleeting
    You are no longer conceded
    From the chaos of the real world’s beating

    No more will you feel confined
    You can be yourself and not be criticized
    All the judgmental and arrogant people
    Will never be able to enter the peaceful and soothing domain
    That you have created through the wonders of writing
    You are through fighting, you are now the landscaper
    You and who you are will no longer be like sandpaper
    You are now in a world where you make the terrain

    It could be of heartbreak, sorrow, defeation, or pain.
    Happiness, praising, glory, or fame.
    Frustration, mad-ness, anger, or wrath.
    Self discovery, confessing, or showing your path.
    Make it your own and never look back.

    Through your writing, show the world
    That you’re on track, and never again will you implore.
    About the mercy you want from all that you have endured.
    From midlife crisis, not feeling a sense of highness, to simply feeling like you’ve been hypnotized.

    No longer will the real world have control
    When you have escaped to place with your own secrets and glory
    Confessing a likeness or screaming your righteous,
    You and only you are able to mend
    the universe that you have created from the powers of your hands
    Hand-written or typing your vision
    In the world you have made your own,
    Nothing is alone, or ever forbidden.

    But however, what you give up on in this world I call home
    Will eventually be ridden, unknown, and hidden.

    Never give up on what you believe
    Through writing, I know It’s easy to breath.
    Making a story is as easy as one, two, three
    But making it into something that says you
    Takes a bit of everything
    Devotion just doesn’t come out of the blue
    It comes from finding yourself from that of what you knew
    A life of happiness, or a life of sadness
    Your writing symbolizes you.

    As I said and always will
    Writing is freedom
    You just have to feel.
    You have escaped to a world of your own.
    Let your creativity flow
    There’s a light inside of you so let it glow
    Shine it into a piece of writing
    And make a world of your own.
    Reality will never be able to touch you
    Because your writing is like the moon
    Constantly changing from all you’ve been through

    Writing is relieving
    It’s a garden of eden
    Doing what you want and not worrying about the world you’re leaving
    Writing can express and is able to flexate
    Writing what you want and not worrying about heartbreak.
    So let your mind free
    And write about whatever it is that you please.
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