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I hate that there are no uppercase letters in arabic like how am I supposed to sound like im angry when I'm typing "Ω…Ψ§ بدي اشوف ΩˆΨ¬Ω‡Ωƒ Ψ¨ΨΉΨ― Ψ§Ω„ΩŠΩˆΩ…"

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β€œDostoyevsky was right; every self-betrayal is a sin. Whenever you go against your nature, your body makes a point to remind you.”

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one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry i'll keep going to work and you won't see a change save perhaps a slight grey in my eye

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Today's weather: Clumsy. Trip, topple, fall downstairs, loss of balance, miscalculations. Accidental movements, stubbing your toes. It is clumsiness.

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I must release the excess pollution, the greatest of which has been annihilated for me, by a worst enemy of mine. I wish not to be thankful out of spite, but naturally I am. Something I couldn't have done alone which I'll admit now after years of stubborn denial. Ironic.

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My mass is conserved and present for what can I do about that? But say, just say, I reduce myself to my simplest form, Eradicate and remove each and every flaw. I feel you’ll always deserve better, more.

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I can always craft metaphors with intentful obscurity to hide the shame of inarticulacy. It’s indefinite, heedless even, and yet incomparable to the grotesque state of mindless comfort.