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Existential Crisis #1 : Do What You Love.

When I was a child, I had -a dream- that disappeared when I was told what comes along with him. I spent years contemplating whether or not I should write his eulogy, because somehow I can still feel his presence every once in a while, like summer breeze hitting my bare skin, making my body…… Continue reading Existential Crisis #1 : Do What You Love.