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It's just me typing as fast as I can while trying to not overthink what I wanted to write.
About the way we talk to ourselves.
I'm hearing the way you're talking to yourself, the way I'm talking to myself.
Let's just continue with the illusion of happiness until we experience moments of it.
And until then, make the voices we are speaking to ourselves with into doves.
Suzie Sateri
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Love is the Universal language, and soccer.
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