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Munib Aziz: (on social sites only )
I fly, I like to read but can’t seem to finish a book lately
and I am different just like YOU!
I am also obsessed with the human brain (not just how it works) but like how would it feel to hold it and squeeze all its wires and the liquids and ..... (ok now you are scared XD)
I do all the boring stuff like traveling, photography, philosophical thinking, mystism, active sports etc. In short anything to keep me sane!
Welcome to my blog. Where I tell you stuff about stuff
Where I tell you about my inarticulate life

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