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it's been a while I don't feel the angst anymore most of the time but some days I wake up and feel that existing is a crime I have goals there are places I need to get to my future is in front of me but it's hard to get up I don't know how to be I don't feel like a "real" adult in fact, I don't feel real at all routines play out the same but I want it to be different change is blocked by shame but if I could just paint with a hand claw the pigment beneath my nails again it'd be creativity unplanned but I'm tired of trying I want effortless success, a gift for all my endless prying but I won't find that because in places I've been, there's not much to look at
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
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it's been a while I don't feel the angst anymore most of the time but some days I wake up and feel that existing is a crime I have goals there are places I need to get to my future is in front of me but it's hard to get up I don't know how to be I don't feel like a "real" adult in fact, I don't feel real at all routines play out the same but I want it to be different change is blocked by shame but if I could just paint with a hand claw the pigment beneath my nails again it'd be creativity unplanned but I'm tired of trying I want effortless success, a gift for all my endless prying but I won't find that because in places I've been, there's not much to look at
emmy-dawn
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
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