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There are days that I have where I don't want to face, chewing, or doing, or running the race. I just want to lay here, head lost in space, but reality comes laughing reminding me there's no escape, so I tell myself get up, start moving, you're being such a waste.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Waste
There are days that I have where I don't want to face, chewing, or doing, or running the race. I just want to lay here, head lost in space, but reality comes laughing reminding me there's no escape, so I tell myself get up, start moving, you're being such a waste.
~ today is one of those days.
haeneh
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
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