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Holding my pen , Writing some random thing on paper , holding my head between my hands then close my eyes and think......... , words are my escapism , paper is my world , pens are my hideaway and reading is my passion . Join me by reading this book so that you can know the real me , and you should remember that " We Lose Ourselves In Books And We Find Ourselves There Too "
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