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I feel lonely often. I feel like the tide pulling back, on every single day, that I don't get a minute to myself. I feel like the white rabbit, the clock is always ticking and my heart beats fast tap tap tap to the rhythm of aging. The breathing of the anxious beast holds me close to it's lungs like chains on a captive.
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
Tired Thing
I feel lonely often. I feel like the tide pulling back, on every single day, that I don't get a minute to myself. I feel like the white rabbit, the clock is always ticking and my heart beats fast tap tap tap to the rhythm of aging. The breathing of the anxious beast holds me close to it's lungs like chains on a captive.
Do you ever just work so much and want to sleep so much and nothing works
EdThePlanet
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
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