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Saturday 12 November 2011

Placid

There is a sense of tender irony i feel during stormy weathers. Self-satisfaction where i feel the absolute wonders of the dark beakoning clouds, the stillness of the haste and haze. But simultaneously, i shudder at the loneliness of it all. Reason of it all?- i see a dim reflection of my true feelings in the weather. The only words circling and running amok in my head are these: " I must never fall prey to self-contempt. Never".

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