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Jan 2018
It’s getting harder for me to play the part with the ‘sleeping ones’ of the world.

I can feel myself becoming less tolerant for their pretentious conversations and feeble ways, which leave me screaming back into my shell of solitude.

Ego, judgment, nonsense and tales of utter insignificance. I cringe at the very words dripping from their superficial souls.
GJW
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GJW  39/F
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   White Widow
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