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my mind is fogged up, my brain cannot process the movement of body, my muscles are useless. i feel like im drunk - it's just probably stress.. my vision is worse, my mind is a mess.. im trying to get my feet on the ground, but i fail every time when i try to reach down. the morning is shred by me, many times, as i try to regret the things that i've done. but i cannot undo them, they're all in the past. the remedy's nowhere, how long will it last?

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Date: 3/31/2024 3:52:00 PM
Interesting poem Ekaterina
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