Feelings,

so deep in my feelings

No this ain't really

Like me.

Can't control my anxiety.

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Chimdi woke up to the perfect Sunday morning.

And no, there was no roaster crowing loudly and neither did the church Bell ding to create a perfect picture of a Sunday morning. The day was simply school-student perfect.

There was no angry matron, who was one step away from obesity, screaming her head off and neither were students into a screaming contest, trying to figure out whose turn it was to use the disappointing hostel tap.

Everywhere was serene perfect. The streaming sunlight was all she needed to let her know it was...