I said I would not write.

I write because I have to.It burns in my core , my soul cries out for the release , my head full of thoughts. I write again because I have no choice.The line between sanity and insanity is a very thin and delicate one.One must trust one's inner voice. My inner voice commands me to write.
I thank you for allowing me to.

God Bless!

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