#Realwriting
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#realwriting it's not just a tag, it means writing in it's purest form not a mere copy paste from social media or mag!! It means to create something new, it's like a pregnant mother bearing unbearable pain before delivery.. But when she looks at the creation, she knows it's worth the pain she felt.. It's always quality,not the quantity..It's natural and surely involuntary.. Enough of reading shits..I am gonna separate the cream before the ice melt.. Gonna haunt in your dream, chase you till you scream until you produce something atleast worth to read.. Even I will be last of a dying breed, you can call it assassin's creed, If I was you before posting, I will first learn how to read!! Writing is a small part, it's the thought that make the difference.. Instead of differentiating people by the caste, status, integrate your thoughts and don't write using spinal cord, use your fucking brains!! You think you are the dark-horse, I am gonna your worst night-'mare'.. It's a therapy session, have a sit on the chair, rhythmically I am terrible, better keep your writings prepare.. My thoughts are enough, I don't need to write in Latin or Greek, you can call me a freak, writing is the key, that's the only trick, I am on a winning streak.. You little prick, check the profile, my dick is too hard for the trending list..You need your hands to make a damn fist, the least I can do clear all the shits, I am gonna unlock the beast.. Everywhere is the mist, silently sliting all the imposter's wrist!! All I can see you are consuming synthetic junks it's time for some organic.. People become 'jack' of all trades master of none, it's the gameover of your titanic!! I am so high, I am gonna smack everyone before I snort and 'crack'..I am an athlete running seeminglessly on evrey track.. I have ideas I am watching them piling up on the stack.. It's mutualism, first make yourself competent enough to tally the stats.. Should I die as a hero or live as long to see my own caracuss getting decomposed by the gnats??
2021-01-19 15:25:24
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