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delirium

Words flow out like water. I am in the midst of a few conversations, but strangely enough, I still find meaning and solace in this blank text box waiting to be filled. Intermittent chats punctuate my musings, but I do not complain; sometimes these are all that I can hang on to. Silly as that may sound, but nonsense becomes meaningful when you are empty.

And fishies are soon to swim on the horizon.

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