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06:38

I was going to say, I woke up from weird dreams I encountered, before I questioned myself whether had I been sleeping or not. For I cannot remember the last memory I had before I fell asleep last night so it feels like I was falling, the next thing you know is you find yourself wondering in a complete different place. I had many weird dreams in one occasion; I think that is just how my brain works when I have something important to do in the morning.

I dreamed about this morning.

It's not like today is a big day or something. Well, today certainly is important but I worry too much about almost everything so I might just being exaggerated. I wish I would just fall back to sleep instead of writing this to nobody. So that people will stop asking me questions because my sore throat won't let me produce any single voice but hoarse breath sounds. And it is hella painful. Well it's not even my point but whatever.

This is not a sad story. I'm just happened to be a lazy potato, so don't worry.

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