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another day of taking my coffee and making my breakfast making sure to close the door softly i sit down to reflect at long last so much going on am i ahead of behind i dont know picked up the pen to write for the third time this week thought it was all alright but then i was unable to speak sat alone for fifteen minutes i wrote nothing down the entire time clean up my mess walk inside diminished it hurts when i cant read my mind or eat my food the breakfast was untouched another thing i cant do oh what am i to do
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
softly
another day of taking my coffee and making my breakfast making sure to close the door softly i sit down to reflect at long last so much going on am i ahead of behind i dont know picked up the pen to write for the third time this week thought it was all alright but then i was unable to speak sat alone for fifteen minutes i wrote nothing down the entire time clean up my mess walk inside diminished it hurts when i cant read my mind or eat my food the breakfast was untouched another thing i cant do oh what am i to do
struggles, block, food, softly, bobwax2020
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
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