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summer break
have you ever felt this feeling of dread.
waking up and not knowing what the hell you're going to do that day.
I wake up, and scroll all day. my body rots in the same spot in my bed.
the cups beside my bed pile up. I open my shades.
look in the mirror. wash my face.
I feel like I have no purpose without constant deadlines and stress.
my eyes fill with tears as I struggle to figu...
Sunday 12th June 2022 9:06 am
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