xxxx

It was xxxx at fourth sight, or sound. Whichever sense it was, it felt like xxxx. Not that I've already felt xxxx before, I just feel like saying it as the adage goes, with minor modifications.

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Whenever I am overwhelmed with strong emotions, such as xxxx, I tend to write without coherency-- like the previous posts I had which I hid on purpose. Only I, or some of my friends, understood what I am writing about but everyone else would be clueless. I now try to avoid that style of writing. It would be on purpose if I write that way again, and I am sure that would not be the case in this post.

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Back to xxxx. I really don't know what to say about it or share something which relates to it. Lately, I felt I was allergic to xxxx. I wouldn't want to be xxxxsick. I'm sick of xxxx.

But.

After the fourth sight, or sound, I now smell sampaguita. I now hear Pachelbel's infamous Canon. I now feel like going back to my MYMP days. I feel like finishing my Love Story in Harvard DVD's last 3 episodes straight.


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xxxx can make you or break you. But one thing's for sure: the start of xxxx tickles you.

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