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Oh what marvelous things. They are giving me the creeps.
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My mind can't grasp the amount of change that this year has undergone. I seem to feel lonelier this spring than in others past. This spring feels as though it's been crossed with the depths of winter and fall. Not just emotionally, but in physical aspects as well. The rain can't stop. The flowers droop in sorrow. The relationships built in the few months past have seemed to disappear, as well as the ones built many years before. I'm dwelling, emotionally dwelling, in that unfortunate moment where you wondered what the hell happened. Is a characteristic of yourself? Or simply the way of the culture, the way that the youth move about from one to another. The relationships we find, the dwellings we hold, those perfect moments and the people we share them with. The movement, the experience of another. Are we all so different? Are we truly all so distant?
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My mind can't grasp the amount of change that this year has undergone. I seem to feel lonelier this spring than in others past. This spring feels as though it's been crossed with the depths of winter and fall. Not just emotionally, but in physical aspects as well. The rain can't stop. The flowers droop in sorrow. The relationships built in the few months past have seemed to disappear, as well as the ones built many years before. I'm dwelling, emotionally dwelling, in that unfortunate moment where you wondered what the hell happened. Is a characteristic of yourself? Or simply the way of the culture, the way that the youth move about from one to another. The relationships we find, the dwellings we hold, those perfect moments and the people we share them with. The movement, the experience of another. Are we all so different? Are we truly all so distant?