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I sometimes [randomly] decide to just write. The urge hits, and all homework is put aside for the length of time it takes me to get the idea out of my head in some written form that makes me happy and lets me sleep.

I don’t know–or care–if anything I write is good. Practice, even without feedback, can make near-perfection, and it’s amazing how the words can just trip off the tips of your fingers when you get in the habit or mood of writing. The words can flow as fast as the thoughts come. I love it.

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