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When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
Author
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Diarist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
Anais Nin
Write
Breathing
Feel
Prison
Feels
Sea
Needs
Color
Writing
Lose
World
Loses
Heave
Fire
Shrinking
Call
Necessity

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