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Welcome to asmaatics, where I share my opinions on life.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

Maya Angelou

My outward persona is like a mask, a mask that I’ve carved and polished to fit like a glove on my face. However, this mask, when worn long enough, will suffocate. If it’s not taken off, it will etch into the skin and fuse into the fibers until it becomes one. And by then, it’ll be too late. The mask, no matter how hard I pull, will not budge.

Writing is the nonadhesive that helps remove this mask so I can gulp in fresh air. It’s like being alone in the house for an hour while the family goes out, dancing around the living room screeching an Ariana Grande note.

Writing, like an embarrassing bodily need, is something everyone has but pretends not to. It’s something that if strong enough, is a force that to be reckoned with.

So, that is why I write. If you don’t like my posts, please let me write in peace, or share your differing opinion in the comments.


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