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Standing in front of the fridge, eating cold scrambled eggs… Compromise, compromise – I repeat. It isn’t that hard, it must’nt be. Avoid greater trouble, just breathe. Breathe in and breathe out. Leave it there, can’t focus right now. Everyone is taking it differently, Faking it or not; everyone seems to have it more easy.Sigue leyendo «Anhedonia»