A chaotic place, oh, it's my brain where the words take life and imagination turn into a new chapter in a world of fiction...
I write books? No, I live in the characters...
You find me chuckling suddenly, Don't be afraid; I was just imagining the next scene in my head...
If you found me staring at you silently while you were yelling at me, trust me, I am screaming in my head, and my screams will be echoed on the paper...
When you read the characters yelling, know that it's me who is screaming...
Their agony is my anguish; their pain? My grief... their misery, my trauma... their suffering, my sadness... their cries, my tears...
Oh, I am a writer; you make me laugh once I am going to write about you twice...
You make me cry once; I am going to kill you in a hundred ways in my books, of course.
If You found me zoned out, don't worry, I am Communicating with my characters...
You found me crying, oh... It's not a big deal; I cry every time I kill a favorite character of my readers...
You found me giggling, bro; it's the romance I am writing...
A poker face—that's something I don't want to share... Don't ask me why
I am a writer, I pour my feelings as ink on paper and my emotions always take part in it...
And now I agree, writers don't cry; they bleed on the paper...
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