Over and over
*°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•° I don't know when it started, but now it's part of me. I try to run away, I try to stop, but I always end up in the same place. I feel disgusted and tired. Should I stop trying? Should I just accept it? I'm not sure, so I keep coming back. *°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•°*.'☆°•▪︎*°•☆▪︎•°
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