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I have always been reluctant to write anything and share it. I remember the agony that was English Composition and I shudder at the thought of going through it again, albeit voluntarily this time. *That must be my hidden masochistic streak coming through* but lately though I’ve felt as though my mind’s an attic; filled with so much junk I have to throw out. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find a gem amongst the cobwebs?