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Most days are quiet.
I'll toy with vicarious thoughts like long strings near a tired cat.
Most days are dead of any kind of emotion.
I'll often stare at raindrops or doodle on the corners of papers, looking for something to catch my attention.
Most days are quiet, and I'll play songs that lull the sun from one side of the sky to the other.
Then there are days...
Then there are days where emotions are loud and my stomach jumps, and my head goes light and my throat goes dry and I can't seem to look at anything at all cause the world starts spinning and all I can think of to quiet the beat is to slip under the covers and put on large headphones and play loud music and drown all the big emotions with other emotions that feel less sad.