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It must be day where he is

A brisk night dancing underneath golden chandeliers ends as you wander through the busy streets to the train station. It is late. A vibrant tune is still gently ringing in your ears. Your steps are light, joyous, and your mind is engaged in looking forward to the cosiness of your room.
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AM I A LOVER NOW

Everything passes you kill time like you kill mosquitoes/ You lick your button red lips, when you’re young the whole world is turned on/ There’s a sweat of silver, impossible…
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Diary of a Model Chapter 12: “I’m here now.”

I’m worried I write better when depression has its hand gripping my throat; choking out words strung along into eloquent, pity-worthy sentences. Its easier to relate. We all feel like shit sometimes.
But right now, I don’t feel like shit, and alas – my writing suffers. It’s a menial, if not miniscule, price to pay for feeling what I’m feeling and better my writing suffers than, y’know… me.
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A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue.

If it’s true what they say, that being a good listener is a real skill, it’s also true that it takes a lot of effort to be a good talker: knowing when to pause, when to speak, and what words to use—how much to implicate the listener in your story, when to let them chime in and make them feel heard.
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Diary of a Model Chapter 11: Rebirth

In less than three weeks, I’ll be gone. About 22 hours of flying separates me from my next destination, which is right where I started: Australia. Its difficult to believe I was there two years ago. The months seemed to have slipped by and come back again. I’m sure it is a different place now, but I’m a different person.
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I am falling apart

Dusk is slowly falling over a dark afternoon. We lay lazily on the bed, eye to eye. It’s complicated with us, each of us too caught up in clinging to their liberty, but we are here,
together now. It’s complicated with us, really. The clouds hang very low, and the lights in the room lock the darkness outside.