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The Shape of an Unshaped Self: The True Essence of Exile
One day, I took my ukulele on a journey. The purpose was self-exile— though to be honest, I'm not quite sure what exile truly means....


The Glass Prison
It was a vivid dream—one that lingered long after I woke up. I was trapped inside a cell made entirely of glass. Four transparent walls,...


Net Loss? Not on My Watch! – The Volleyball Vigilante’s Secret Web of Justice
Throwback to my university days—I was completely obsessed with volleyball. And I mean really obsessed. My entire day revolved around...
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