Square One

Stuff that happened to me: the virgin post.

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Of seconds, not minutes

Sometimes, it’s more troubling when something that seems perfect isn’t really perfect, rather than something that doesn’t seem perfect and isn’t perfect.

It’s part and parcel of why things are the way they are and why some things are just one collective huge unjustifiable lie because if it’s the latter, there would be no need to balance the equation or to prove something is something else.

Would there still exist the prolonged feeling of desperation, trying to plug the bottomless gap; an exercise in futility? Because the way they are, isn’t the way they should be?

Or the times when you think you have a choice chances are you don’t and it’s true; you only think you have a choice; invisible fine-print. Like when someone chooses to burn his/her eyes out with fatigue and exhaustion, little did that someone think that he/she would hear noises that would trouble him/her for a long long time.

So. Probably yes.

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#2

I have always hated carpools with people. Vindictively happy today. I didn’t have to.

They intrude in your personal space.

~D

#1

I’m sorry you’ve changed it. Liked it the way it was.

~D

firstentry

I shall and have changed this.

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