Last night, I was thinking about what to write here in Inertia. I thought of something. I was actually starting it now but I decided to stop and delete the words instead.
I realized that there are stories in your life that are meant to be kept; stories that, once in a while, linger inside your head, wanting to be told, but then again, you just don't. You just move on and do your routines.
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