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A wordpecker called hem

About me

Gender	Male
Introduction	Contemplating the thirty years of my existence, the ultimate gift of my life remains rusted. If you look closer, you’ll see my anxiety to fail. Failure is where my life and dreams belong. You can see many blank pages in my draft pad and empty diaries in my closet. You’ll notice a faint smile that tries to hide an extremely absent minded person who wishes to laugh away too easily. I read avidly, write occasionally, and love passionately the gems of my life saved by the mercy of God. My writing is a necessary weapon, which I wield only to earn a living so far, an inconvenient truth. I spend most of my time gazing at the curtain that separates the natural from supernatural-at times the curtain is lifted and these moments I live for.

Gender

Male

Introduction

Contemplating the thirty years of my existence, the ultimate gift of my life remains rusted. If you look closer, you’ll see my anxiety to fail. Failure is where my life and dreams belong. You can see many blank pages in my draft pad and empty diaries in my closet. You’ll notice a faint smile that tries to hide an extremely absent minded person who wishes to laugh away too easily. I read avidly, write occasionally, and love passionately the gems of my life saved by the mercy of God. My writing is a necessary weapon, which I wield only to earn a living so far, an inconvenient truth. I spend most of my time gazing at the curtain that separates the natural from supernatural-at times the curtain is lifted and these moments I live for.