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Sep 2021
I'm sick of sitting here and typing out these words
Of depression and abstract thoughts
But it's what I feel I must do when things aren't all
sunshine and polka dots

I need to get out, I need to live, I need to see the world
I know these things and yet I sit here in a ball curled

I want to better myself and you should too
I don't know where to start but I'll find it somewhere new
Written by
Tate  21/M/Iowa
(21/M/Iowa)   
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