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Nights are so full of thoughts. It is like you have empty space inside your head at the day time and suddenly a stork drop in your brain from nowhere. But obviously it's not suppose to think of something meaningful because it always like a see-saw. Either it goes to the past or fly over to future. Anyway that illusion of thoughts never going to bother your actions another day. As I already said, the space will be empty at the daytime.

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