47.For me, Writing...

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For me, writing is like a vagabond who found his answers in the aimless path.

For me, writing is like the moon which warms up the crystal cold hearts in gloomy nights.

For me, writing is the the oasis which quenches the deserted man's thirst in the hot desert.

For me, writing is the only true friend whom I can trust with my whole life.


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