Prologue

Before-

I am tired. Everything is always the same. The people, the places, and especially the routine. I'm so used to it all that it becomes easier and the commitment level has gradually gone on decay.

Now-

There are times where boredom clouds my mind. I'm unable to speak, and I'm unable to listen as well. My whole being gets sucked into a black hole of memories in which my past self laughs, plays, and enjoys life.

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Remastered version of my 2017 story 😳😳😳