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Have you ever just laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling? No thoughts, not a single movement. Unable to do anything but lay there? There are screws to turn, and the dishes pile up- and the things you need to do remain. Eyes hurt and your cheeks too, and the back of your throat feels like gravel and you just lay there
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
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Have you ever just laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling? No thoughts, not a single movement. Unable to do anything but lay there? There are screws to turn, and the dishes pile up- and the things you need to do remain. Eyes hurt and your cheeks too, and the back of your throat feels like gravel and you just lay there
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
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