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Aug 2016
How is it possible for life to feel so slow yet so fast?
I feel like everything becomes a blur
and then I just sleep it off.
I feel like I'm constantly sleeping;
constantly watching other peoples' lives go by.
I'm sitting here in my shell
waiting to break free,
while everyone else is having the time of their lives.
When will I feel that way?
When will I be happy?
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