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My days

I spend my days thinking and worrying of whats to come When I told myself there was plenty of time, but now that time is nearly gone. The new responsibilities I have the things I need to do, are all very new. the future once was something I looked forward too but now it is a daunting task waiting to be completed my hope and patience has depleted. My life has turned into a routine I promised myself I wouldn't let happen I don't live my days content just a little saddened. How can I describe this numbness I feel when I begin to question everything I knew for sure was a passion and what was actual real. Is this what has become of my life? twisting and turning not being able to sleep at night. the people who happily come and go as they please leave me with nothing but bad, bitter memories. How do I change the predicament I'm in? Maybe tomorrow or maybe the next day wont be the same.
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Written by
simonne
Welsh
Published
Feb 17, 2015
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#future#numb#tomorrow#older#adult#dull#routine
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