Freedom Writer .
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Writing is expression , kinda like dancing . Your pen is the body moving to the beat of the words in your mind , your paper is the stage. When I write I leave it all behind , leave it on the floor.
• Free : able to act or be done as one wishes
When I write I am free , no longer chained into normal by stereotypes and expectations . When I write I am free , no longer be exploited by other people's opinions. When I write I am Free.
Freedom Writer , that's me .
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