A bit of a rant
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Check-in in the middle of the night
Can't breathe can't see
But the world is oh so bright
Clearly knowing clearly hoping
Not to check-out in the morning
But then the phone rings
And there is a choice
Even my words are drowning in a sea of wannabes
I am not sure which race to run anymore
I am tired of trying
Can I actually make it .
My 7 year old self will be disappointed
My wordsMy artm You have no right to throw it out. You can call it trashI don’t mind. Just know thisIt is mine. Here’s the clicheOne “woman’s trash is …My trash is My trashIt’s my treasure. I found my treasures in the TrashThe d
"Stop overthinking”You say it as if it's easy, As if I could just flip a switch and end the constant mental processes