Nothing More than Me
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Last published Tue, Jul 15, 2025
There's no order in the chapters of this book.
There's no fictional story in it.
There are no mysterious worlds or intriguing characters.
In this book there are only parts of me. It's like an interior journal.
If you want to know the depths of a stranger, read it. If you want to see that you're not alone, give it a look. Maybe in me you'll find what I hope to find in the others: a similarity.
And If you don't care, that's ok: I know. You don't even know me, right?
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