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Közvéleménykutatás
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Ongoing, First published Mar 20, 2020
Sziasztok!
A nevem Wolf Angyal, és hobbiból írok.
Az egész egy baráti beszélgetésből indult, ahol legjobb barátnőmmel megbeszélve írunk egy blogot, ahová kitalált történeteinket fogjuk felrakni. Sajnos ezt csak én vettem komolyan, így úgy voltam vele, hogy ha csak én írok, akkor az már fusson a saját nevemen. Pár év telt el és ráleltem a wattpadra. Az elején csak mások történetét olvastam. Annyira megtetszett a bátorságotok, hogy úgy döntöttem én is újra fogok írni, ezúttal már itt.
Az írásra úgy gondolok, mint egy terápia. Nagyszerű stresszoldó, megnyugtató és úgy gondolom segít a diszlexiámban. Igen mindig is szenvedtem ettől, de ma már elfogadtam és próbálok minél többet foglalkozni vele. 
Köszönöm, hogy elolvastad a kis leírásomat és még nagyobb köszönet, ha válaszolsz néhány kérdésemre.
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