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After ages, I spent the afternoon cleaning my room which I haven’t done few years back. I threw a lot of papers. I organized my books. I placed in different folders all those photocopied handouts and materials since college. But then again, I was more focused on reading what was written on those sorts of scratch papers which for me was pretty normal especially when deciding to throw something or not. It was like reminiscing my history. It was written, it was joining the pieces together. I happened to read those letters I received when I was in elementary and high school. Those were the sweet days of early youth. Those tantrums that were written at the back pages of my notebooks. A lot of small papers— small yet brought the years back when I was a young girl.
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