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And so it continues. From where the stark-paper white pages of sour crisp fragrance has been left off; I have begun to write in my handwritten journal, once again. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Of each and every individual who mattered and matters, whom I hold close to my heart; of every little riot and events that have been a part in shaping the man I am today. Like I knew something is going to happen. In time, everything will fade. But I just want to write. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Like I knew something is going to happen