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Monday, July 13, 2015. It was over, the whole 7 days of National Convention. It has been so much more than what I expected, not a functional meet up solely which I thought I would be bombarded with all kinds of plans and strategies. Everyday, I woke up to these people with so much energy and dream. Everyday, I met so many different souls with different thoughts. I never really thought I would be back to the lost stage again, I thought I have been firm enough. Came back home and slept for two days non sto.
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