who always brought a journal to recess. While my classmates enjoyed a game of soccer, I sat under the big oak tree lost in thought. With my journal and worn down pencil by my side, I felt invincible. Writing always comforted me as child, because it was an escape from reality. It took my mind off of worries and doubts and filled my head with joyful thoughts. I enjoyed the freedom the paper and pencil gave me. I felt that I could write anything, and would not be judged for it. It was a way to comfortably…
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