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writing has been my greatest escape to pour out my feeling since i was five, i could paint rainbow into tears, i could turn pain into laughter, and i could describe love from the thought of you. since you came into my life, writing has been my safest place to tell the world that i've been missing you every day, writing is about remembering how irresistible your smile is, writing has always paused me for a while just to feel grateful for your presence, writing — has always been about you. but since your absence, for me, writing is a sad song, a withered leaf, a faded light, and a poignant ending. i'm being vulnerable with the word, i'm making friends with memory, and i'm starting to lose my grip on destiny, even now, to start writing means recalling our somber end. and at this moment, the thing about writing is, i can't tell if it's healing, or destroying me.