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Why do I write?

Because I have to. Or my brain might explode when my imagination scrambled in my head.

There are only two things in the world that matter most to me; writing and drawing. Both I cannot stop doing. They’re addicting. That’s all.

Why do I write on fuckin medium?

Well, frankly it was my friend’s suggestion. So then I created an account on medium. The more I digged the more I got axcited. And I like it here... Feels like a fresh sheet and after shower napping.

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