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honey is pouring through the window and wakes you up of course its honey because lately everything has been going so slow. your covers are like molasses you cant seem to get out of bed. this should make you panic, you panic at everything this should make you panic. but you have reached a sort of calm that makes you slow yourself. lead weights are in your mind- making everything slow its straining to think about even facing the world today. you lie back in bed with your molasses sheets and pray for life to be on an eternal pause.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
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honey is pouring through the window and wakes you up of course its honey because lately everything has been going so slow. your covers are like molasses you cant seem to get out of bed. this should make you panic, you panic at everything this should make you panic. but you have reached a sort of calm that makes you slow yourself. lead weights are in your mind- making everything slow its straining to think about even facing the world today. you lie back in bed with your molasses sheets and pray for life to be on an eternal pause.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
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