my thoughts seem to flow
as a broken record plays
the same part of the song played over and over again
i can't control them
don't worry about it
(i'm going to worry about it)
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
my thoughts seem to flow
as a broken record plays
the same part of the song played over and over again
i can't control them
don't worry about it
(i'm going to worry about it)
circa 2013, relevant as ****
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