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May 2019
I'm filled with awkward feelings.
Near me, her face is beautiful.
The crowd is quiet, modest conversations.

Tingling nerves... Good company.

Awoken from a self-inflicted cave.
Obsessing over priorities, not time to myself. Time for me.
Any moment can feel like a vacation.
Briana Parsons
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