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I hate mornings. It doesn't matter what day it is I hate getting up early. Even if its to catch a flight to the Caribbean or whatever. I hate mornings. And by early I mean any time before 11 am. I usually wake up when my alarm rings and turn it off, and lay there for as long as I can without totally compromising my schedule. I also lay and think about ways of delaying appointments, skiving off work, and wishing my life was different.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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