His stomach feels knotted. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Will he? Once again he flings his frustrations hard into the distance, but they twist and turn in the cold air and boomerang back at him, landing at his feet,
His stomach feels knotted. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Will he? Once again he flings his frustrations hard into the distance, but they twist and turn in the cold air and boomerang back at him, landing at his feet,
We can’t escape ourselves.
Hi John. Enjoy the weekend. Bye till next time.
Neil
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that is for sure; maybe instead of fighting it we should learn to adapt to it
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Keeps happening, it seems. Highly relatable.
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it’s a good feeling when you nail something, that you put up a post that connects with readers; there’s a Buddhist term that describes the feeling portrayed in the post but I can’t think of it right now
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