Another restless night with restless legs and a restless heart. Another tiresome day with tiring thoughts and a tiresome laugh. 10, 8, 80. Numbers are just numbers until they repeat and repeat some more. What’s the meaning of it all? Don’t want it anymore. The tears hurt the chest. The body is tired. The water bottle mocks in the middle of the night. That is sadness. The big bunny cries into his blanket and the poodle whines not knowing what to do. This is all true. And, into the night we yearn to want to sleep.
Categories: identity, mental health, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
The imposing landscape of that immense sea, can erase the sadness of the fairy tale.
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Quite possibly 🙂
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SMiLes i had to Deal
With The Incompetence
of the Insurance Industry
Today And Once Again Play
A Role of Correcting Other
Folks Mistakes
They Get
Paid to Do…
Basically i’m
Glad i Don’t
Get Paid to Do That
Anymore Hehe And
Not It’s All For Free..:)
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Aww. Yikes. Nice you found a good path
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SMiles Dear PM
Happy Shortest
Day of the Year
Yet Poetry Grows
LiGHT Free in
Longest NiGHTS
And DarK
Free on Longest
Days Truly Mastering
All in
All Within
This Stay🏝
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