tastes bitter, when the solitude is disturbing.
All I want is to sit down with someone , and talk endlessly to em,
under the stars.. But, who has the time? Or rather, who gives a fuck?
When your life is just about "You" ? Why do people around you matter? Why?!
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Tiring day. Left at 7 am came back at 9 pm. The paper was good though.
There's a little relief, and a weird feeling triggered by people
around me, who actually don't matter. Or do they?
Life's a 1.5/5
Yep.
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