The weight of the world on my shoulders has dissipated.
This feeling of contentedness is foreign to me.
I embrace it with open arms.
Vinyl spinning.
Haunting music at my fingertips.
Enthralled by the fire.
It envelops me like a warm blanket.
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The weight of the world on my shoulders has dissipated.
This feeling of contentedness is foreign to me.
I embrace it with open arms.
Vinyl spinning.
Haunting music at my fingertips.
Enthralled by the fire.
It envelops me like a warm blanket.
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