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how can a year weigh more than almost five? how can two weeks hold more details than a whole year? what is the storage algorithm of my faulty memory? routine breaking is like atom splitting, a massive amount of energy released fuels our souls, empowers our joy, converts our mood, distorts our memory. i am reaching this artificial border of our most precious posession with my past full of tales, my lungs full of foreign air, my heart busy. i am glad i am alive. if this is life, i want more. if this is the product of my different approach, i will nurture it.

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