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Hands grasp at nothing Feet slip and slide Down the hole I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out I’m in the hole I see myself, three years younger I’ve fallen back into old patterns All those years I spent climbing out I’m back in the hole I see myself, three years younger I always hated mirrors.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Falling into old patterns.
Hands grasp at nothing Feet slip and slide Down the hole I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out I’m in the hole I see myself, three years younger I’ve fallen back into old patterns All those years I spent climbing out I’m back in the hole I see myself, three years younger I always hated mirrors.
Recently I feel as if I’m slipping back into who I used to be and I’ve worked so hard to not be that person anymore
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TemporaryTallie
16/F/TX
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
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