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The Lord knows, as far as my memory goes,
Stringing words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into stories has always been a delight.

As a child, my diary was my friend,
The pen and pages my playmates.
I revelled in writing, this was heaven.
While penning these tales, I felt like I was an angel who had spread her wings and taken flight.

Yet beneath the surface, a bottomless void within me,
An endless pit that I have not been able to fill,
Haunts my every word, my every line,
An insatiable abyss lost in the annals of time.

The years whizzed by,
The World Wide Web came into being,
And the world of social media was unveiled.

I gradually opened up,
My ideas learned to fly,
And my talents to the masses I openly revealed.

Some praise, some decry,
A few sing paeans in my name.
I accept the accolades and brickbats with a sense of sobriety,
After all, it is but a part of the game.

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