_How can a person read a passing text that looks just like him, as if he had lived with him experience and shared the same feeling, to the extent that he feels that he has written for him and for him precisely?
_How can language contain warmth and tenderness as a mother's chest?
_To put points on our lost messages, to collect what was scattered about us after dispersing.
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Writing is the star of our life
RandomSometimes we can't express our thoughts and feelings to people, resort to writing until others understand us, cross our hearts and thoughts to reach what we want.💫
