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I don't want to do any of this anymore. I just want to walk out the door. I've been tired of this for such a long time. I keep waiting for all these dots to align. Right now, that doesn't look like that's ever going to happen. They're all spread out without any rhyme or reason. These dots won't connect. I feel like a wreck. I stuck in the middle of this. With dots representing my existence.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Connect the Dots
I don't want to do any of this anymore. I just want to walk out the door. I've been tired of this for such a long time. I keep waiting for all these dots to align. Right now, that doesn't look like that's ever going to happen. They're all spread out without any rhyme or reason. These dots won't connect. I feel like a wreck. I stuck in the middle of this. With dots representing my existence.
KelseyLauren
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
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