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It’s halfway through March which means I’ve been lost since I don’t know when I used to call it a life binge but I can’t seem to stop spinning think I’ve lost my footing still can’t see the ground wonder what sound I’ll make if I fall so used to catching myself I wonder if I’ll fall at all
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
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It’s halfway through March which means I’ve been lost since I don’t know when I used to call it a life binge but I can’t seem to stop spinning think I’ve lost my footing still can’t see the ground wonder what sound I’ll make if I fall so used to catching myself I wonder if I’ll fall at all
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
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