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“I miss you!” The thing is, I wanted to tell you this line millions of times recently but I never did. I don’t know why, and I don’t know myself. The feeling is familiar as well as foreign, the eagerness to escape, the impulse to destroy everything stable. I miss you! In the deepest part…

I’ve always wanted to be a writer and eat on my own fame someday. But every time when it comes to WRITE SOMETHING, I feel nothing to write about in my life. Boring as life is, I am living it every minute. What can I become? if every minute is a misery? “I got to…