Writing is part of me,
To heal my soul;
Weep not child!
Never be like an ostrich who hides its head in the sand.
Overland bloom,
Of a road less travelled;
But, writing is my therapy on this earth.
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Writing is part of me, To heal my soul; This is a very nice art and wise medication for soul to be in happiness.10