Some days just fling by and all I wanted to do was dream. Then reality splashes me in the face, in the form of slushie ( Gleek here ) , and tells me that you WANT to dream but you don't believe what you are dreaming. Perplexing. So I tell myself brusquely, reality is damning. Grudgingly, I haven't found my purpose in life, but I am a big dreamer about affinity. Whether its affinity towards a person, or subject, or cause. Being able to believe is something beautiful. Perhaps its time to recollect my thoughts and screw the lid properly till I breathe through the exams.
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