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My roommate came back late again not to sleep, rather to grab a change of clothes and some money before heading back into the night. At first I am annoyed, but in her absence she leaves behind a peaceful silence, and I’ve never felt so grateful to drift back to sleep with the sound of rain pattering on my window instead of pushing though a drunken crowd at a raging frat party or crowded nightclub. Sometimes I feel different, but this time I think that’s okay.
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Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
Sometimes I Feel Different
My roommate came back late again not to sleep, rather to grab a change of clothes and some money before heading back into the night. At first I am annoyed, but in her absence she leaves behind a peaceful silence, and I’ve never felt so grateful to drift back to sleep with the sound of rain pattering on my window instead of pushing though a drunken crowd at a raging frat party or crowded nightclub. Sometimes I feel different, but this time I think that’s okay.
Hysterika
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Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
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