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Clouded mind stranded
Swept by the endless blue sea
The storm consumes me
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At My Witsโ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didnโt have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charltonabout 21 hours ago in Psyche
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