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Only fearing not growing up. Keeping me up at night, "Am I really doing enough?" Shame, only feel like a waste of time. I promised to get just a "little better" as I got older. You're so patient; and equally sick of waiting. Promised to do better. Should've, could've, but I can't help it. Probably want to let me go. But -oh- you can't. Right now, all I feel is the pouring. I need a little bit, just a little, a little bit gone. All these poppy fields, evil witches houses, dodging them everywhere. When I whisper, fallen to a point I hate: "Like winters fall over us, heavy Take it off, I can't stand this. Snow is falling all on me. All it off."
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
Scared of the Cold
Only fearing not growing up. Keeping me up at night, "Am I really doing enough?" Shame, only feel like a waste of time. I promised to get just a "little better" as I got older. You're so patient; and equally sick of waiting. Promised to do better. Should've, could've, but I can't help it. Probably want to let me go. But -oh- you can't. Right now, all I feel is the pouring. I need a little bit, just a little, a little bit gone. All these poppy fields, evil witches houses, dodging them everywhere. When I whisper, fallen to a point I hate: "Like winters fall over us, heavy Take it off, I can't stand this. Snow is falling all on me. All it off."
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May 27, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
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