Much as I know people think I'm strange, I also can't help but think people around me are strange themselves. At least, some.
Sometimes, they are so strange, it actually irks me. And for that, I admit, I am indeed strange.
But I'm cool, I'm chilled. I'm very 'relaked', too 'relaked' for my own good.
The sun has gone to my head.
I will surely die in this weather one day.
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