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AT PEACE

A Complusive monologue:
I am in a mood to introspect. I am taking a long and hard look at myself. Doing self-analysis.Here are the results:

I am in an urgent need to relax.

I am overworked and distressed.

I am not at peace with myself.
I am must socialize. Loneliness can gnaw . it kills you silently.
-Being at peace is a difficult state to achieve. For, it is a relative term. Peace again is subjective yet it needs to be arrived at pretty objectively.
"Words, words and more words, as if they mean something."
Nothing could be more true, more brutally honest than these words.

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