Azi’s Blog

Space is an amount of empty place that is available to use. It’s obvious that everybody gets their own space, so do I.
 
It’s HOME where my mother is, leave when stay, and come back when run away. Always.
It’s ROOM for safety in isolation, leaning, screaming, rocking, crying and…dreaming. Nobody knows.
It’s DESK on which my PC is, the one I’m with all the time. He’s my tutor. Just be in silence.
It’s the NOTEBOOK as a diary, not always, a space for sentimental writing in full of feeling in hand. I call it my memory. It’s crazy.
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 And now is this page, for more space of privacy and share in differnce. I’m not going to say any major issue here.
Just welcome myself, Azi! :)

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