my book? Yes, mine. It's filled with deep thoughts, outlandish dreams, and a string of obsessions that no ordinary mind could understand. It contains moments of joy, shrouded with certain struggles and countless questions about the world, the universe, and the complexity of mankind. Sometimes I wonder if there's any sense in it, whether it's just words scattered around, emotions woven into cold, hard sentences that hold no meaning to anyone else.
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