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Discombobulated

indecisive over analyzing every possible outcome how come it gets more difficult and complex with every passing minute? just when I think I’ve figured it out it gets more twisted and intricate either way I gotta do what’s best for me as simple as it may sound it is far beyond easy breezy and lifted so wavey with ideas and plans when it all boils down to it my life is only in my hands…. to be continued (this is not the end, for it is merely the beginning)

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