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... wasn’t a work of art, ink and paper, pages that were flipped, and a public display for others to see either.
My life was just as it was. ’My’ life and it belonged to me alone because I was the only one living in it.
An endless circle with me patting my head, patting my shoulder, patting my back, and telling myself I did well after a full day. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Sitting in my bed, in the library, on a bench in the park, reading novels to my heart’s content... Li ...
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