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I don’t live here exactly, but I don’t live there either. Some days when the sky is grey and heavy and you have to wade through the street, I feel like a little capsule, hermetically sealed into myself. Living inside myself, fortunately this sealed capsule is pushed into by friends and loves, and so, no matter how much of a shell forms around me it has always been broken, over and over through my life, sometimes by me from the inside, sometimes by others from the outside or even from the inside as well.
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Day 135/365
I don’t live here exactly, but I don’t live there either. Some days when the sky is grey and heavy and you have to wade through the street, I feel like a little capsule, hermetically sealed into myself. Living inside myself, fortunately this sealed capsule is pushed into by friends and loves, and so, no matter how much of a shell forms around me it has always been broken, over and over through my life, sometimes by me from the inside, sometimes by others from the outside or even from the inside as well.