Music In My Head
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Last published Mon, Apr 17, 2023
Although I really love telling stories verbally with actions and such, those are not enough. My head is like a vast ocean. No one is brave enough to dive to its depth and explore the darkness below. Let me try to put some of my thoughts in words using a different medium; writing.
To all the boys I loved,
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