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Dec 2023
Without time to myself, I lash out.
With time to myself, I fall apart.
Within time to myself, I break down.
Without time, Iā€™d be happier.
Iā€™d be happier if I ran out of time.

One day, I will be able to count on myself to self-soothe
Instead of calling you a little after midnight
and still being upset.
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Dormitory Corner
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   SiouxF
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