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Early winter, Trouble brewing. Do I know what the **** I'm doing? When we meet again will it be clear? Do I know what I'm doing here? Spoons still drying, Sunshine waning, The once inviting dance is draining. Caring for myself, More than someone else, Is not something I find entertaining. But when I'm cooking, When I'm cold, I connect with something very old. Memories become old as well In a backwards kind of parallel To do lists need belief suspension, I need to get my driver license, But first I need to change my name. Tomorrow's a bitter pill to swallow, I don't think I like this game.
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
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Early winter, Trouble brewing. Do I know what the **** I'm doing? When we meet again will it be clear? Do I know what I'm doing here? Spoons still drying, Sunshine waning, The once inviting dance is draining. Caring for myself, More than someone else, Is not something I find entertaining. But when I'm cooking, When I'm cold, I connect with something very old. Memories become old as well In a backwards kind of parallel To do lists need belief suspension, I need to get my driver license, But first I need to change my name. Tomorrow's a bitter pill to swallow, I don't think I like this game.
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
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