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Just a mere Enigma...
Likeanyotherordinaryday,thisone’sabouttoendwith
mybushedbodylyingflatlyonmy bed,staringatthe
glowinglittlethingamajighangingidolentlyinthewhite
ceiling.It’sdarkandallihearisthewhiroftheelectricfan,
andIamstartingtoshutdown.Butmymindisblabbering
relentlesslywithmanythoughtsIdon’tevenwanttothink
about.Ireckonaboutsomethingtodaythatkeepson
botheringme.Manyquestionsinmyheadstartstotorture
me.Idon’tknowwhattodo…iwanttobreakdown!Ikeep
ongnashingmyteeth,untilInoticedit’sthreeo’clockandit
seemsimstartingtosufferinsomia.Why?Why?Why?Why
can’tIjustletgoofmythoughtsandbedumbfortherest
ofmylife!!!Waaaa..andi’m gettingtiredofthinking
aboutnothing..andifallasleepthinkingaboutitagian..
shoot.^^
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