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Aug 19, 2012 14:15

I made little progress with what I planned in mind. There are many other thoughts dominating the course. Maybe I am not born to be with people.

I reached my lowest points. Maybe, build an ivory tower, take a leap of faith and plunge self into hell. A perfect recipe.

It is risky to complicate the flow as I just got it started. My sister is making a face at me, or I should blame my eloquence that never exists.

Maybe being on equal stands with him is of wishful thinking. But I do want to be a worthy opponent. How long does it take? Ten years? Twenty years? Ever?

Just. Keep. Moving.
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