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Oct 2017
i wade through the fog in my brain
trying to fix my derailed train of thought.
but i’m running on empty
the tank’s out of gas.
hopefully this confusion will pass.
that feeling when you’re sleep deprived and can’t think straight
Written by
Grace Darling  18/F/USA
(18/F/USA)   
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