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It’s hard to focus. to find my locust. Turn off auto pilot find a new drive that’s mine. Try new things. Test new limits. Relive my teenage freedom, fall back into bad habits. and out. I’ve learned how. I know my demons well. Leave the door open, so they can come and go as they please. Thank them when they come, send them a plate home when they leave.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
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It’s hard to focus. to find my locust. Turn off auto pilot find a new drive that’s mine. Try new things. Test new limits. Relive my teenage freedom, fall back into bad habits. and out. I’ve learned how. I know my demons well. Leave the door open, so they can come and go as they please. Thank them when they come, send them a plate home when they leave.
morgan-young
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22/F/American
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
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