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i am talking to you. yes, i am being selfish, bu

i am talking to you. yes, i am being selfish, but please listen? i am not going to write. i am going to talk. to all of you. ask you how do i continue to pursue something when the backbone of the same is waning away infront of my eyes. i am going to cry, rant and ask you questions you can't answer. so, stay around. i ask with right, be here. we should be here now. i don't give a damn if i sound dramatic or pointless, which i don't think i am. i am going to do this in installments. as long as i can. 1) where will i go and write when 20-yo-HG waits for my letters? she treasures it here. she has practically grown on the walls of YourQuote, already imagining that she'll lean on kitchen wall on 14th March, 2023 reading #letterto20yohg like 18-yo did. but will she? tell me. where will i go? these letters being stored here is the only certain hope i have for her. what do i do now? 2) my random list of randomness - originated here. birthland. basically HG being HG. from now where will HG be HG. mask free and safe even in hiding. even when she sneaked in and posted private quotes because hey, it is about the people and the profile but also about YQ. just YQ. YQ. YourQuote. growth. my teenage. my teenage is coming to an end and so is YQ? after i celebrate my 5 years of YQ. wow. 3) what about my growth? what about me being a spoken work artist now? it started from YQ and without YQ what will i do when someone asks me for my roots. some people call me writer, i don't agree but didn't it all start it? didn't it flourish here? did i turn my back when i thought i can survive on my own? what of the days when i wrote my heart out here while sobbing relentlessly, captions at length growing taller than all of us... YQ stayed. but did i?
i am talking to you. yes, i am being selfish, but please listen? i am not going to write. i am going to talk. to all of you. ask you how do i continue to pursue something when the backbone of the same is waning away infront of my eyes. i am going to cry, rant and ask you questions you can't answer. so, stay around. i ask with right, be here. we should be here now. i don't give a damn if i sound dramatic or pointless, which i don't think i am. i am going to do this in installments. as long as i can. 1) where will i go and write when 20-yo-HG waits for my letters? she treasures it here. she has practically grown on the walls of YourQuote, already imagining that she'll lean on kitchen wall on 14th March, 2023 reading #letterto20yohg like 18-yo did. but will she? tell me. where will i go? these letters being stored here is the only certain hope i have for her. what do i do now? 2) my random list of randomness - originated here. birthland. basically HG being HG. from now where will HG be HG. mask free and safe even in hiding. even when she sneaked in and posted private quotes because hey, it is about the people and the profile but also about YQ. just YQ. YQ. YourQuote. growth. my teenage. my teenage is coming to an end and so is YQ? after i celebrate my 5 years of YQ. wow. 3) what about my growth? what about me being a spoken work artist now? it started from YQ and without YQ what will i do when someone asks me for my roots. some people call me writer, i don't agree but didn't it all start it? didn't it flourish here? did i turn my back when i thought i can survive on my own? what of the days when i wrote my heart out here while sobbing relentlessly, captions at length growing taller than all of us... YQ stayed. but did i?
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