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Pills to start the day, waking up to feel insecure, jealousy and fake interest of what was once the center of the universe. These clouds show up too often, I fight them by constructing new habits. It’s called winter, it’s called surrounded solitude. It’s loud, it’s no longer mine. I am somewhere else, somewhere peaceful, somewhere in the bed where the limbs stopped to belong to different members. 

#diary #ManuelMoncayo

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