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> write yoursI sometimes ask myself why I write, why I create things. And the honest thing that comes to my mind doesn't sound pleasant. It looks like every time I feel more alone, more helpless, more cornered, I resort to creativity. And over many years, it has been my answer to not being alone.
It has become so strong that I feel bad for some of the people close to me, who are looking not to be alone too, and often suffer from it, next to me. Yet I don't know how to find the not-alone feelings through them, and I bury myself back in creativity, where I am fine.
Selfish moments.
And I do wish I could give my creativity to others who feel alone. I don't yet know how.
There must be others doing this same thing. That thought is the closest I get to belonging.
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