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A Writer's Magic

Life can be so strange. You do the same things every day. You wake up, eat some food, do your personal “daily routine,” eat some more food and go to bed. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I just get tired of it. I get lost in this world of never-changing life, and don’t allow myself to do anything exciting. I’ve always wanted to be an exciting person, but I’ve never had the courage.
That is why I write.
I write to escape into another world, so that I can create a new routine for a new person in a new life. I can be that person I’m writing about, and that means that I can be… whoever I want. The only limits are my imagination, and I’ve been told that I have a very big imagination.
I can be a hero, or a villain. I could be a human or an animal. I could be an alien. I could be anything that I want. I can go anywhere I want.
I’ve been in sword fights, flown on dragons, and ridden on giant elephants (yes, even bigger than the regular ones!). I’ve fought off giant squids, giant men, wizards, kings, and queens. I’ve traveled to distant lands and saved thousands of lives. I’ve become a hero to millions, and an enemy to hundreds; and they can always count on my return.
That’s why I love to write. It’s why I love to just go to my room and be alone with my thoughts. It’s why I stay up late typing away on my computer.

Some people escape by reading, but I escape by writing.

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