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The act of living itself can be such a chore sometimes. I would rather escape into the lives of people in stories, in old black and white pictures, films and art; Or even the myriad possibilities that exist in the universe that I call my brain. How many mindless moments must I cross off my list before I may pause to find solace in the wonders of my mind!
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Chores
The act of living itself can be such a chore sometimes. I would rather escape into the lives of people in stories, in old black and white pictures, films and art; Or even the myriad possibilities that exist in the universe that I call my brain. How many mindless moments must I cross off my list before I may pause to find solace in the wonders of my mind!
sushma-madappa
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
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