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car cutie, It’s a strange kind of tiredness, the one that comes from constantly observing the quiet spaces between words, the unspoken glances, the subtle shifts in atmosphere. Sometimes I wonder if it would be simpler to just experience things at face value, to not feel the hidden currents beneath every surface, but then I realize that even the thought of it feels like losing a crucial sense, like walking through the world with my eyes half-closed.car cutie, It’s a strange kind of tiredness, the one that comes from constantly observing the quiet spaces between words, the unspoken glances, the subtle shifts in atmosphere. Sometimes I wonder if it would be simpler to just experience things at face value, to not feel the hidden currents beneath every surface, but then I realize that even the thought of it feels like losing a crucial sense, like walking through the world with my eyes half-closed.
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