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my room no longer feels like my own boxes are strewn across the floor but i can’t get myself to unpack them because this just feels like a visit only a stop along the way everything is temporary maybe that’s why i can’t empty everything out this time around because my fear is that this time it is permanent
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
permanence
my room no longer feels like my own boxes are strewn across the floor but i can’t get myself to unpack them because this just feels like a visit only a stop along the way everything is temporary maybe that’s why i can’t empty everything out this time around because my fear is that this time it is permanent
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
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