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i taught myself to be who i am perhaps my life isnt always all that it seems weeks i cant remember, but it's easier to recall my dreams the literal, not future because what future can be seen when there is so much in the way? my thoughts are like a strainer holding the negative and watching all the positive drip through maybe ill feel better when the ticking stops when the little hand meets the 3 on the clock maybe when my weight starts to dust itself off or when i fall in love when I finally feel satisfied enough to just sleep it off its getting harder to stay awake to make my running thoughts run away its getting more difficult to feel much of anything lately
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
sleep it off
i taught myself to be who i am perhaps my life isnt always all that it seems weeks i cant remember, but it's easier to recall my dreams the literal, not future because what future can be seen when there is so much in the way? my thoughts are like a strainer holding the negative and watching all the positive drip through maybe ill feel better when the ticking stops when the little hand meets the 3 on the clock maybe when my weight starts to dust itself off or when i fall in love when I finally feel satisfied enough to just sleep it off its getting harder to stay awake to make my running thoughts run away its getting more difficult to feel much of anything lately
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
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