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is this anger is this anxiety or is this madness? days turn into nights in the blink of an eye and here am i the whole day was wasted in thoughts and suppositions predictions maybe? why do i pretend to care at all when all this is just a walk yes, i guess that's what it is life is a walk and i don't feel like sprinting because if i sprint i won't be able to see nature and all its greenness and the waves crashing i guess you can say i'm mad rather than say i'm sad
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
mad?
is this anger is this anxiety or is this madness? days turn into nights in the blink of an eye and here am i the whole day was wasted in thoughts and suppositions predictions maybe? why do i pretend to care at all when all this is just a walk yes, i guess that's what it is life is a walk and i don't feel like sprinting because if i sprint i won't be able to see nature and all its greenness and the waves crashing i guess you can say i'm mad rather than say i'm sad
sixthocean
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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