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I found an old cassette player—the same one I had used as a child. It barely worked. The buttons stuck. The sound warbled like a voi...
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Prologue This is where it begins — not with a chorus, nor with a melody, but with a silence that asks to be heard. Every lyric I’ve writ...
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Before the Gate: The Quiet Truth
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It was June 2027 when I arrived in the town of Ampang Jaya , tucked between Cheras and Batu Cave . I came not with a breaking stor...
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