I write, because I can’t sleep if I don’t write.

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Writing came to me, or I was forced into writing, that I don't remember. All I remember is that one night when I was nineteen I dared to grab the notebook that my brother had given to me for my birthday, and walked in my  room, locked the door and wrote two pages, only to be stopped by a noise outside of the room. I clamped the notebook. I hide it in my backpack and I fished a biology book and placed it quickly before myself pretending I was learning for my exam. I was so afraid. If someone saw me writing I didn't have the answer to tell them what and why I was writing. 

No one came inside the room. I didn't learn biology afterwards, I walked outside and I got distracted by the mundane family life. 

Two days later I checked my notebook and I read those two pages, wow. I thought to myself I had written something special. So, I sat down and I wrote four more pages. I got stocked, I didn't know how to continue the story. The concept of that story was clear in my mind, but I didn't have all the characters and in the meantime better ideas began flowing and rushing in my head. I would jump from one story to another one. Here and there I would write a poem.

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This is the origin of my writings.  

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  "RISORIUS" - is the first tittle for the first story that I never finished.