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I think I may have wandered around in my own thoughts for too long-thinking about this and that. While scrolling through my iPad, jumping from one app to another, I suddenly realized it's one minute before Tuesday begins. It's my off day. I'm bored and wide awake. As I scrolled through Wattpad, I felt like writing. I thought about reading some spicy stories (hey, I'm an adult, okay?), but I'm just not in the mood. So I pulled out my keyboard and started typing this little intro to... well, what might be an unfinished book, who knows? Hahaha. Maybe this is where I'll pour out some feelings-past ones. Maybe even some experiences and failures? Or maybe not. There are some things I still keep to myself. Let's just say I'll only talk about what I've moved on from. Maybe there'll be some tea or coffee involved too, haha. So, shall we start?
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Dear You, Once, when I was younger, the world felt so much smaller. Everything important could fit in a single moment: the sound of laughter, the warmth of sunlight, the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet breeze. I didn't think about tomorrow, or the day after that. Life wasn't made of questions back then - it was made of feelings. But somewhere along the way, things began to change. The questions grew bigger. The world, which had once seemed so simple, became a puzzle I couldn't solve. I began to forget the little things - the way the atmosphere smells after rain, or the sound of my own heartbeat when I was truly at peace. Have you felt that too? That quiet loss, the kind you can't explain? If you're reading this, I guess you do. [...] This book isn't a solution. It's a mirror. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in it. I don't know where this story will take us, but I'm glad you're here. Sincerely, Someone who understands Revised draft Start: 12.01.25 Finish: 29.03.25

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