Refreshed, energized, perked up and reinvigorated, the boy starts his journey. How many roads must the boy walk down to be called a boy, how many times should he come to a point where the road diverges into two, how many days of his life will be dark and dreary, no one knows. He should blindly follow what his minds says. His not to reason why but his only to do and die. It maybe that the gulfs may wash him down, it maybe that he shall reach the happy isles. Whatever happens, he shall be strong in his will. He shall strive, seek, find but never yield. Here goes the only opportunity he has got... You better lose yourself in this blog....
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Nice beginning... Can't wait for more!
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