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I'm supposed to write something here...
I don't know what to say.
I'm just a normal guy, eh.
Another 'other,' an everyday.
I write, I read, I play.
I study and work, like you.
I'm not very sure of what to type
About the other things I do.
There's nothing else to say of me,
Good old me, no less, no more.
I'm just another 'other.'
Nothing else to ask for.
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Everything I write, I write for this feeling
Of knowing that somewhere, someone will look
and say... "That's for me."

Ever since that fateful day, I've written.
Poems, stories, sometimes mere phrases...
That was in the good old yesterdays...
I'm now sweet sixteen, and I've somehow
remembered
to learn how to write again. My works now
are few and far spread, but I want to do
what i love doing.

~I rarely dream anymore. It may be because my muse has gone playing hide-and-seek again, and has found a formidable hiding spot... or maybe she's gone on a recreational vacation from which I am having difficulties recalling her. Whatever the case, lost dreams are with us always, imouto-kun. We just need to exert extra effort to remember them. Nothing is ever reverted to nothingness, or perpetual black entities plaguing the shadows and recesses of our imaginations. They just dull to ever-darkening shades of grey-white, subsiding into the corners of subliminal surreality. They wait for the chance to be of use once again.~