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COLIN's POV The angling rays of the sunlight from the windowpane, across the couch where I was sitting, struck a straight shining glow on the floor. The curtains flapped against the wall as they moved pliantly along the breeze of the wind from the outside, and it harmoniously blended with the calmness of the entire moment. I watched this serene scene played before my very eyes but still grew more and more frustrated. I could not seem to stop and stray my thoughts away from my poem. I was feeling extremely irritated and bothered about the demo song that had been stuck on the same part for days now and it was beginning to neutralize me. The longer I kept trying to rearrange the music and the versing, the more it sounded too rotten and unpleasant to the ears. I felt really lost and I'm cont
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