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I'm sick of dragging and sinking. My head full of excessive thoughts with no way of escape Because they always come back. I'm playing them on repeat and eventually the words split up and fall apart Into their individual letters and they stack. Like Tetris, Going and going Until there is no more room and                                                        You lose.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
You Lose
I'm sick of dragging and sinking. My head full of excessive thoughts with no way of escape Because they always come back. I'm playing them on repeat and eventually the words split up and fall apart Into their individual letters and they stack. Like Tetris, Going and going Until there is no more room and                                                        You lose.
Too many things going through my mind
chelsea-rae
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
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