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When people go forward, I like to go backwards to pick up little pieces of memories. On the way to the reality, it becomes a mishmash, and I end up regretting every moment I spent with the shitless bunch. It takes about a day to go from being in a heaven, thinking about the great memories I had in the past, to going into what's called the slumping phase, depressed about the things I could have done or things I can't do at the moment. That's me and who I am. I value the littlest things that people left in the corner of the street, what they threw away. I get hurt by the way I think, I feel loved by the blank stares. But I've learned to surround myself with the people who can embrace even the weirdest, most vulnerable part of me. I keep on searching and waiting..

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