deep
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sometimes you just want to crawl into a hole and disappear. to forget anything ever mattered, anything but yourself and the things you want to do.
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somehow tasks lose their appeal when they become obligations.
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look around and smell the flowers, they say. well sometimes the flowers have thorns, and sometimes they stink. you never know.
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almost could’ve should’ve didn’t
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