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Nov 2020
I’m tired of the repetition
Of waking up just to feel...
empty
Of going through the meaningless movements
In, out
Step, step,
Scrub, rinse
Type, delete
Because that’s all that life is
****...
I’m sick of it, but I don’t want to move on
I just want something different
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  20/M/The abyss of life
(20/M/The abyss of life)   
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   Ayesha
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