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Hey, Sanssolt here!

Quite an interesting day, isn't it?

Just put some of your music and try to scape from all that things that bother you.

Just relax and flow with the music. As Bruce Lee once said: "be water, my friend".

Meanwhile you try to chill a little, let me yap about my "incredible and absolutely interesting" life.
(I just hope that it makes you a bit sleepy)

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Day 1 writing this:

Today was a normal saturday, you know. Whith a lot to study and I just didn't feel like it. But it is what it is. Then I helped my mother with some old stuff, and I spent a long time looking through it. Those things were photos. My parent's old photos. Quite a weird feeling to see your father or mother that young.

And they didn't seem incredibly enthusiastic to remember that moments. That must be one of the cons of getting old.

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