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  Nights are where my mind uses my saved stress to play out a story of rumination. It does this for me when I find the peace that can’t obtain the goods that I assumed were lies.
At night I'll lie awake, I'll sit and ponder my mistakes. God, I'm so tired but this desire to be the best won't let me sleep. I'll ponder everything I've done wrong, every stumble every fall
Killing time. trying to get people to understand me. but they can not. Just like i can not understand them. Every man is an island. seperated from all by the oceans of our skulls. trapped in our heads.
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