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A second blog. A new look. A fresh start. A new lease. A new voice. A new life.

Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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“I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.” - Colin Raye

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Remembering

Stamped: 00:10:00

I remember now.

Re-reading my old blog, and this one, after so long...

I remember now.


I remember why I started writing in the first place.
I remember why it was so important for me to write.
I remember why it brought me so much joy and comfort.
I remember why writing, became my friend.

I remember now.

And write, I will.



PS: And to you, who subconsciously reminded me that writing is important, thank you.


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