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I used to write important musings in my youth, tales of abandoned lives and cascading hopes of engulfing mercy. I realised in time that we don't nessasarily need to be indroduced to concepts such as those, at any point of existence. I formed a book when I was at that age of encompassed frustration towards your own inner shame. I wanted to convey to the eventual recipient notions of large concepts and vauge fiction. I used a medium that at face value, was largely accepted. I printed the words myself, I found comfort in their warm visual value and cast aside their degraded nature to release the nature of the whole. I was welcomed with more word