just waking up, still in a motel, everyday is a struggle, back and forth, pack, unpack all my stuff.
there are days that I feel like fuck it all, just give up.
one minute I'm ok, next thing you know I'm back to being stuck
stuck with these thoughts that I can't stop.
I could never stay focus, there's always something that distracts me, or interrupts.
everything good I've ever done eventually gets fucked up.
©mamacita79
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