sitting in this coffee lounge listening to Christmas songs,
working on a supposedly finished pile of cuts,
instead of diving into the sea of bed beside the fire place.
Even when it is supposed to be stressful,
even when we are suppose to die before the noon after dawn,
this is actually the last semester that we'd spend in the year-end, cozy.
Even when it starts to rain,
I feel like I'm sighting all these through a frame from a manga chapter.
How nice it is to still be around.
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