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I am an introvert. Or so they say. But I don’t know why they say half the things they do anyway… What is an introvert? Someone who enjoys the quiet Page turns of a good book? Someone who enjoys the Euphoria of sipping tea? Someone who prefers yoga Basked in the candle-light glow Over a mind full of mary jane? Why yes, then, I am an introvert… …drowning in my own solitude
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katie-biesiada
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Apr 28, 2014
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#self#sad#depression#life#lonely#drugs#alone#introvert#happiness#solitude#labels#book#me#weed#describe#relax#tea#description#enjoyment
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