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Jan 11
The mannerism you express when struggling silently are adjacent
To my adversaries.
I snuggle in my comfort zone and neglect everything else.
I sense no one comprehend what's at hand.
Be conscience is what my guides tell me.
Now I am here in my home land restarting again.
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