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Laying deep dead on my bed,
EDM on full volume for almost an hour, my headphones, they were so loud that my cheeks were trembling and everything around me was silent.
Looking at the ceiling fan rotating hastily I thought it was depicting the prevailing situation of my mind, the velocity with which it was jumping from one thought for grasping the other.
From the old memories of my ex to the current mysteries of her,
From my out of action laptop to its repairing cost,
From my pending work to the books I've to complete.
There was something inside me, like a knot that wasn't letting me to get up and put myself into the necessary.