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I write, I blog, I delete.

And that’s about it, really. I write: something profound, pointless, tear jerking, funny, heart warming, stupid. I then blog, for a few days, weeks, sometimes stretching to a couple of months. Delete. All of it. I have no idea why. I find it cringey looking at how I thought then. Actually, I am just deleting me, my past, memories, mistakes, memoirs. Perhaps I will leave this here as a reminder.

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