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it's not that deep

i sit,

staring out the windows as if i'm in some dramatic music video.

i ponder the inevitability of human toil and pain.

i ponder the deep truth that i will never be good enough for myself.

i ponder the future, past, and present.

but bro sometimes it's really not that deep.

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Written by
sarahgrace
19 / F / here yet there
Published
Apr 1, 2019
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overthinking is the literal worst

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