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I was thinking about writing a story, I got so inspired when I read "A folklore for my generation". But something tired has come over me now, compassion and sadness for the girl who once was me. When I read old words, my old longing. Oh, how far away from that I am now. And yet, it wasn't that long ago, a couple of years. I believe I was so afraid of feeling well, so afraid that I would get empty. I'm everything but empty now, but my fear back then did not know.