No Plagiarism!bYuy7FRdi3G8FqVrCXpzposted on PＥNAＮＡ When I write, the words on the paper are my blood. I'm giving life to my words, putting small pieces of my soul out while I write. These words are each breath, each heartbeat. The story weaves through my very being, coming together and becoming my body and mind. I am one with the words, and they become my focus. They are the marrow of my bones, the blood in my veins, the tears in my eyes, the breath in my lungs, the thoughts in my mind, and the emotions in my heart. I become the words and they become me. And when the story ends and the curtains close, everything with in me ends for a moment as well. But I go on, because it's the only way to be filled with words again. That's the ecstasy of writing. If you pick up a pen and let the words flow, then it's easy enough to feel it.

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