A consecutive months of discovering holes in my conscience.

I feel that I am less of what I truly recognize as selfness.

I’m living the stream where facts and data and the extrapolation of blablabla flow as the high tide stream, where the runners around me spins in a manner of which acknowledgement is being the center stands.

I’d loath to be extracted from this circle.

Perhaps a while,

a linger while.

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