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Existing ❤️

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And what after that?

Sabina kept betraying?

And Simon kept looking for more eyes?

Did Tomas and Teresa sleep peacefully that night?

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What should we do about it?!

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A garden to carry around!

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A garden to carry around!

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Right before I burnt it all!

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Before it gets too cold!

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A hoarder.

"Don't be a hoarder." She said.

"But why?" I never understood. I wanted to know.

"what will you do with it?" Frustrated she replied.

"it shows the places I've seen, places I've been." I gasped and replied.

"you're hopeless." She said this and left the room.

I smiled and died a little bit inside.

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It's a new year. But nothing feels new.

Is this what they call adulting?

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Tea trails!!

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It was winter noon when i got sick of all that adrenaline rush I got due to caffeine and poor internet issues. I had no idea it could be this exhausting but i kept going. Then i found a bench which had this view. Then i opened my diary and started to write. I felt disgusted. I felt disgusted that i write. Once i used to be happy about it. I used to take pride in it. Now I'm sick of it. Words are shallow. Picking only those that will make people feel a certain way is even more shallow. Surrounded by these humongous trees, i realised my whole existence is shallow and there is no way anything can be of any ease. So what's the point, let's just soak some beauty and go to hell or heaven whatever they call it.