introspection of emotions
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Last published Sat, Apr 23, 2016
in·tro·spec·tion
noun
the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes.
your nose is prolly bleeding by now?¿ so to make it easier to comprehend, the word introspection means "to look inside", and describes the act of thinking about your own actions or inner thoughts.
this book = my thoughts
Credits to DanyAznar for the cover. Thanks!
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