I am a not-so-perfect socially awkward 17 year old dreamer. I dream. I read. I think. I listen. I see. I live. I cry. I laugh. I hope. But I do not write. Well not often. Whenever I do,I write philosophy. It gives me a strange sense of calm whenever I do so. I love to talk to strangers. I do not talk much. I do not like to. I think it makes more sense to shut your mouth until and unless you have something meaningful to say.
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