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rin feels like a song I somehow knew by heart before I ever heard it feels like the sunset you stop everything to watch, even though you've seen a thousand sunsets before.feels like a place I've never been to, yet somehow miss every day. feels like the last page of a book I never wanted to end. feels like the kind of dream that stays with you long after you wake up.feels like finding exactly what you were looking for when you didn't even know you were searching.feels like a memory from a life I haven't lived yet.feels like the warm light under a doorway after a long walk home.feels like the favorite sweater you reach for without thinking.feels like the calm after a storm and the reason the storm was worth surviving.feels like a star that chose to fall just close enough for me to admire.feels like poetry written in a language my heart understands.feels like the first sip of coffee on a cold morning and the last thought before sleep.feels like every beautiful thing I've ever loved gathered into one person.feels like the answer to a question I never knew how to ask. feels like the moon always beautiful, even when I can only see part of her.feels like the kind of miracle people write stories about because reality rarely allows them.feels like home, except homes are places and she's a person. feels like a song I'd play on repeat and somehow love more every time. feels like the reason the universe bothered to create beauty in the first place.

You're a "Pianist." You tend to express your destructive waves of thoughts through notes of the black papers in your mind. Sometime too loud, sometimes so gracefully, and sometimes too silent. __ •°. Patient room 741. She still have a bit of problem with relaxing or sleeping early.. and have difficulties to focus probably on the topics and conversations.. Perhaps, she thinks too much about too many things.. But she will be fine. I think we should believe in her.. and hope that she does the same with her case.