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I much prefer it when it rains; theres much less pressure on the day. It makes me feel like it's alright, to waste a day alone inside and wrap myself up in a blanket, shut out the world. To be quite frank it hardly makes a lot of sense; sometimes, I just don't help myself. Look far and wide for some excuse, roll left and right, avoid the truth; rip it all up to start anew, as often, restless minds will do.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
Restlessness
I much prefer it when it rains; theres much less pressure on the day. It makes me feel like it's alright, to waste a day alone inside and wrap myself up in a blanket, shut out the world. To be quite frank it hardly makes a lot of sense; sometimes, I just don't help myself. Look far and wide for some excuse, roll left and right, avoid the truth; rip it all up to start anew, as often, restless minds will do.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
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