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Decided to take a look at my long-abandoned fanfiction and fictionpress accounts...read all the reviews to my stories. it was fantastic seeing people around the world who like your writing, wait patiently for your new ideas, follow your story...i wonder how this got lost over the years, because somehow i didn't recognise the 'me' as a writer then. i was so different then i think. writing cleansed my soul and made me a major part of who i was, who i am. maybe that part of me is still there, but very, very faint. my creative juices have been purged dry. should i ever pursue writing again...cos sometimes good things fade with time if one doesn't try to keep them.