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These days aren’t exactly bright. Ain’t dull either. I content myself with a weird friendship at school. He ain’t exactly kind. Ain’t haughty either. He would tell jokes that never made me laugh, but now and then leave a halfhearted smirk on the hardly-curved corners of my lips. I don’t doubt my future as much as I doubt my presence anymore. Everyone has their average time range to shrug off jet-lag. In this estranged environment, seems mine is a year. People get used to everything. They are a race somehow destined to survive. Striding on helplessly, knowing not where to flow to, blindly carrying on no matter what, ain’t that a sad truth about human?