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Mornings are hard having to find some kind of motivation or hope to even get myself out of bed, and then thinking about the day ahead knowing that it will be just like any other // nights are harder Stuck with thoughts flooding my mind, Wanting to just curl up into a ball of silence but then when that silence comes, its deafening.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
my wake
Mornings are hard having to find some kind of motivation or hope to even get myself out of bed, and then thinking about the day ahead knowing that it will be just like any other // nights are harder Stuck with thoughts flooding my mind, Wanting to just curl up into a ball of silence but then when that silence comes, its deafening.
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14/F/Australia
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
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