Why, you ask?
Why do I write.
You ask.
Well,
This is a record.
A story of my life.
And If I don't write anything at all
and let life pass by,
what is left there to remember?
Me in the past,
me in the present,
And me in the future.
We are all one,
yet quite different.
I want to see
how I've changed
and grown over the years.
Don't you?
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