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My social awkwardness is eating me; my tongue is rotten while my eyes are avoiding any close contact. I glance at people's lips when they utter; my face reflects an intangible emotion. My mood is swinging collectively with the cold breeze from Siberia. My brain cells are weary enough to digest information, though my muscles are all geared up to type and inscribe. Maybe I’m not really a Monday person. I don’t think I will be.

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Just like the wind blows, white curtains touching my skin, the flicker of the sun shining beneath my eager soul, it’s a new day. Why can’t we just stay on a moving vehicle, why can’t I just scrutinize how it flows, why can’t I just matter. I don’t ever want to speak again; I don’t ever want to feel worthless

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Singing along with 90s music. Oh how I love my generation, the music, art, people, events, let me go back and take a sip of it. This day is better, great compared to yesterday. I love you, because love is you. You define love like no one knows it. I love myself because of you. This is not just a feeling, this is something a word cannot explain.