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Wasted                            i                                  s t             h           e   seconds I lived      t                in my      h               head      e   minutes I let anxiety           t                    build up           h                        in me           e   hours I wished I could                t                                 dis-                h                          appear                e   days I wallowed alone in                     t                                     self-                     h                                    pity                     e   weeks I tried to outrun all                          t                                   of my                          h                                   fears                          e   months I hated every inch of                               t                                            my-                               h                                           self                               e   years when I believed I was worth                                                                                   nothing
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
Wasted
Wasted                            i                                  s t             h           e   seconds I lived      t                in my      h               head      e   minutes I let anxiety           t                    build up           h                        in me           e   hours I wished I could                t                                 dis-                h                          appear                e   days I wallowed alone in                     t                                     self-                     h                                    pity                     e   weeks I tried to outrun all                          t                                   of my                          h                                   fears                          e   months I hated every inch of                               t                                            my-                               h                                           self                               e   years when I believed I was worth                                                                                   nothing
"Nothing in the world could torment you as much as your own thoughts." -Ali B. Moe
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
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