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Part of my spontaneous attempt.

About a young woman who sometimes acts her act, but is mostly a kid at heart.

My mind being emptied out for no one and everyone.

From the heart and not from the mind.

What are these feelings, that control us, most of the time?

Why do we feel obligated to go have an adventure when the weekend rolls around? Is it just so we don’t sound so pitiful when somebody asks what we did? Who says we can’t just have a nice, slow, relaxing day to ourselves, not doing anything in particular?

Lusting at first sight.