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Dec 2018
Its 4:29 in the afternoon,
But it feels later.

The sun is still up,
But the blinds are drawn.

Its still warm outside,
But I'm wrapped in a blanket.

I still have stuff to do,
But I don't have the energy.

Maybe I will later,
But not right now,


And thats okay.
It seems that sometimes I seem to forget that its okay for me to need more time and its okay for me not to have the energy.
Written by
Astral  20/F/Somewhere
(20/F/Somewhere)   
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