The beginning

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•Sometimes I wonder how things came to such a pass. How everything fell like a pack of cards. Yesterday, love filled my room with lucency. Today, I watch the world through the cracks of my broken window; staring at it placidly.
The state of lassitude overcomes me.
I indulge in the ocean of remedy; I indulge in the ocean of poetry.
And this is my journey. •

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