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. I'm slipping... Winds from the past had blown hard. Heavy clouds have returned. Bearing gifts of broken shards, memories discarded and mementos burnt. I'm falling... Footfalls fail as they sink in clay. Fingers tremble as they grab at nothing. The words are lost and the voice couldn't say. The pills seem to have stopped working. I'm regressing... Into an all familiar territory. A place I thought I had left far behind. But I feel reconnected to a mirrored me. The part I've missed since a new state of mind. .
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Regression
. I'm slipping... Winds from the past had blown hard. Heavy clouds have returned. Bearing gifts of broken shards, memories discarded and mementos burnt. I'm falling... Footfalls fail as they sink in clay. Fingers tremble as they grab at nothing. The words are lost and the voice couldn't say. The pills seem to have stopped working. I'm regressing... Into an all familiar territory. A place I thought I had left far behind. But I feel reconnected to a mirrored me. The part I've missed since a new state of mind. .
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
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