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ie. fine lines between
nonchalence and not fretting
about the non consequential;
smiles and daggers in smiles;
numbness/mastering the art of denial
and rolling with the punches;
"Handshakes unfold
And the way it goes
No one knows
Moments will pass
In the morning light
I found out"because constants are purely hypothetical.