Contemplations, Poetry, and Anything Else
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Last published Thu, Oct 15, 2020
When you are all alone in your four-corner bedroom, you look up at the ceiling and blinks even escape your eyes, so many things that baffles you, like how is it powerful yet unambiguous to the human's curiosity? You think it's stupid when you tell it to other people, and they won't surely get you. Do you feel the same way?
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