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Reading for hours not giving my mind a minute to rest If it does, resting will soon morph into flashbacks and racing thoughts of inadequacy I wish it was easier But it’s not. I have to drag myself to a stumble into the future Just wish I could know if the suffering will end
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Escapism
Reading for hours not giving my mind a minute to rest If it does, resting will soon morph into flashbacks and racing thoughts of inadequacy I wish it was easier But it’s not. I have to drag myself to a stumble into the future Just wish I could know if the suffering will end
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
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