“I am writing for me,” I try to convince myself. “But why do you want you to see my writing?
How could my writing be for me, too? These are two questions I straddle between on a daily basis. I like to think that I write for myself, but it doesn’t work that way.
While, I have intentions to write for myself, somehow it happens to be for you too. Considering we share this worldview.
I’m in an interesting space curated by the depths of my mind that grows the more people cross my sight.
Writing is my escape to a deeper, real experience. My writing is reflective.

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