I just made available on Scribd what I've written about my past until I was fourteen years old, in the village of Tujuguaba.
I know it's not enough, when I think of much that I might have written if I had more desire and more time, but otherwise it's very up, knowing in advance that no one cares for it and nobody will even read anything that is writing.
No matter, because I promised I would write and make available to the world what I wrote.
It's a few, I know, but it is a promise that will be fulfilling.
Yes, I try to keep my own promises.
I know it's not enough, when I think of much that I might have written if I had more desire and more time, but otherwise it's very up, knowing in advance that no one cares for it and nobody will even read anything that is writing.
No matter, because I promised I would write and make available to the world what I wrote.
It's a few, I know, but it is a promise that will be fulfilling.
Yes, I try to keep my own promises.
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