Pattern
Restless, restless, restless.
Bad dreams about bad things – I am too stressed. There’s too much! Too much, too little. I can’t fit it all into one. A few days left and I can’t believe how the time has passed – it’s all gone, way too quickly, into nothing. There’s no time. There’s never any time. I missed friends, opportunities. Didn’t make the most.
And here we start again. Life indifferent. Always indifferent.
The Clock Turns Back
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