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| The warm hands Dear January, Life has taught me way too many things. How to not talk to random strangers but to socialize and experience new things from them. How eating alone is an everyday thing but back in those days. everything was more of a reunion dinner. How laughter would fill every corner of the room and now fully covered with sadness. How hating your presence turns into not getting use to your absence. How to reevaluate your worth and time. Your worth will not be affected by people who are not capable to witness your everything. |