Cross-Sections
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Sometimes, we like to dissect our thoughts. They run amok, going in random directions, taking us to places we've never been before. Sometimes, we like to dissect our lives. Hence the term slice-of-life: fresh and funny, raw and emotional, honest and unfiltered, everything in between. Sometimes, we just think and daydream, and sometimes my mind runs away and my imagination takes over.
Sometimes, our hearts are calm, other times they pound hard or fast and we can't NOT feel it.
Cross-Sections are exactly that, slices of minds, pieces of thoughts, bits of life, snatches of heartbeats.
If you don't like randomness, don't read.
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