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She asked, *"Why do you always look so intoxicated?"* It rendered me speechless. Maybe it's just the bad posture, or lazy eyes drooping to the floor, or the feeling of being surrounded by people in aimless conversations. I don't intend to tell her. She doesn't know. That owls are nocturnal because they desire to avoid the abomination that is the morning. Flight over fight. Everything is happening in split-seconds. I'm afraid there is no evidence to these memories. I need sleep.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
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She asked, *"Why do you always look so intoxicated?"* It rendered me speechless. Maybe it's just the bad posture, or lazy eyes drooping to the floor, or the feeling of being surrounded by people in aimless conversations. I don't intend to tell her. She doesn't know. That owls are nocturnal because they desire to avoid the abomination that is the morning. Flight over fight. Everything is happening in split-seconds. I'm afraid there is no evidence to these memories. I need sleep.
burnt out.
tarma-de
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
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