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Nov 2014
I feel it not fit to call myself a writer,
because I feel the title belongs to those who write something worth reading.
But I write nevertheless.
In hope maybe I'll be one.
When I look at empty spaces and a bio I must fill,
I think of all the things I am
And think am I really those things?
Or merely an idea made up of other people's words?
Haych
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Haych  Where the sunlight hits
(Where the sunlight hits)   
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