I take a deep breathe.
I try to find some reason, all the thousands,millions of reasons in my head.
I try to figure my mind out, all the thousands,millions of things going through inside.
I wish everything was as structured and organised as it was like how libraries are,
how squares are, how tiles on my kitchen floor are.
I dont understand myself.
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