
No matter what language it’s in, whenever I open a book, notepad, document, what have you, I appreciate it. It doesn’t matter whether I like it or not, whether it interests me or bores me to tears. What matters is that someone felt that at one time or another, something was important enough to right down. It can be funny, happy, sad, triggering, inspiring, or stupid. But it still lives on past the life of the writer.
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