Enigmatic's Word
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Someone's mind is constantly wandering and exploring every depth of its question of curiosities. "Enigmatic", says a friend of mine, that's how he describes me. After all, I'm a woman full of curiosity, constantly wondering my thoughts in new certain things, and finding purpose in things that didn't have questions. This book is about how my thoughts depict my emotions, and that blended into words.
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