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Monday, October 10, 2022

Dreaming of the possibilities, waking to the weight of doubt and depression, lasting impressions, time is passing while I’m living in a haze, a maze of similar days running together, I seek the impossible dreams, seems like I’m chasing things imagined only to find the repetition of this day leaving me with no way to leave this slump I’m in, no way to pretend things will be better someday, somehow, when I have never had a chance to succeed.

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