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Well here I am. Always here but then again not here enough. Presentation, well I am done. It's been a month before I had to finally let go. Trying the whole new begining thing. I've think I've come to the point where I know I can't or won't change. I will ever be known as the library kid. The one who decides upon living life in the shell.

Do you know what life is like sometimes? I always wondered if these insecurities would fall short of who've I been and stuff.

Can life be summed up in two words?