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It’s a relief to get a bit of silence. To take a break from all the stupid annoyances that you wish didn’t bother you so much. A new pet peeve is added to your list each day, and you can’t even watch the news without losing all hope for humanity.
I remember reading Anne Frank’s diary at age 13. I remember those images, the darkness and the loneliness; her words haunting me for months. I used to…