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Past at my ankles with every step Future rolling over me without sleep. Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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Past at my ankles with every step Future rolling over me without sleep. Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
#stressed#unsure#anxiety
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NarcissisticTendencies
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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