When the load of life burdens on my shoulder, it means i was lazy enough to stack the pile of toil.
amazingly stink scent of the turmoil goes on into my olfactory sense which urge me to dispose as i reluctantly do.
Already this chronical idleness encroach on me and agitate me as it has no space to heap up.
It is this short break from being somewhere between dowsiness and overwhelming amount of tasks, like now, when I unfortunately have speculation of myself.
Hahahahahahahaha...
I'd better smile this time. Because I have far more to go for fulfill this word count of essay and my eagerness of own purpose.
Wind blows slyly thru my open window as it's whisper of abandonment.
hehe....
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