Tonight I was brought face-to-face with my anger. My anger is quiet, seething. I was not sure it's even there until I felt it react to the slightest provocation. I didn't think I cared before and even made excuses for the insensitivities. This is what I call giving up in slow-mo. I simply... do not care and will not make effort, anymore?
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It was the same place where memories were built. Things took a change for the better. This time, I didn't reminisce in bitterness and wallowed in self-mockery. This time, I recalled for how these moments were meant to be. They made me smile, albeit sadly. Nevertheless, they made me smile.
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