it is strange that repetition breeds solidarity, knowledge, and a sense of ease
it is strange that the air smells of oranges and stale life
it is strange that you and me "know" each other.
it is strange how people you don't know that well can affect you so much.
it is strange that i still get confused about the word affect and effect.
it is strange that i think affect is when something is happening to something else, and that effect is a result.
it is strange that i nerd out on words and frozen yogurt
it is strange that the people i love most are usually really insecure about all the things i love about them.
it is strange that i am always being told what to do and how to do it
it is strange that the dance world requires sucking up to people you don't respect
it is strange that my teacher said that "honesty is not always best policy"
it is strange that the mind can create a myriad of opposition all the time.
it is strange that at the end of the day i always want something more.
it is strange that i'm insecure about writing this.
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