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Jul 2019
feeling restless
on the edge of a windowsill
The what if’s come pouring in
It comes in waves
A spectrum if you will
No, i wouldn’t ever do anything THAT stupid
Or would i?
Some days i just don’t know
Some days plummeting 200 feet would be easier than actually dealing with it
But what is IT that I’m dealing with?

those were thoughts of yesterday

Today, I’m thinking of what kind of ice cream I’m going to enjoy  

And tomorrow?  I haven’t thought that far
justanotherSADgirl
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