Another day. I am unaware of the ending of the previous night. Where was I? What was I doing when my memory chip short-circuited? I do not remember. I had a bottle in hand, another was lying on the floor. That’s all. Now, I have returned from finishing the day’s labour, and my room is smelling of rot. Piles of garbage everywhere, gathering since a couple of months. Once again, I have forgotten how to live. It will take me a month’s time to cover a night’s sleep.
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Nice blog!
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This one’s not from the book is it. Hope you are well Tomic. 💛
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Hey Lia! This isn’t one from the book but might appear familiar since you have read it. I am good. Hope you are fine too. Have a good day 💙💙
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Sorry for that odd comment! Not sure what I was trying to say. But I’m genuinely glad to know you’re A-ok. I have ups and downs, but that’s normal in a way. ;)) 🎢🎉🌷🙏💛
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