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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Books and intellegent phrases.

Before typing this blog, I was admiring other people's achievements and courage. Then, after long admiration, I once again was lost in this trance of asking who I am.

Who did I think I was in the first place; it's a question that's been asked since I could remember, and never been answered.

I sure would like to know now, since I am going to be writing a paper about it. I'm good at writing about other people, but when it comes to the issue of me, I am left in the dark- speechless.