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Jan 2018
I keep telling myself
all of this will make me
stronger.
But every day crawls by
and ends with me standing
in the same place.
Dizzy watching the trains
rush by,
waiting
for things to be alright,
because this
chaos should
give up,
eventually
right?
Irate Watcher
Written by
Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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