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Envoi — Absynthe Minded


i don’t know if you’d call it sad

i just lose my will to find wills sometimes

that’s all

it’s not a condition or anything really

i just lose my drive to be driven sometimes

i forgot to think of something to remember when

i forget why i’m here at all

"You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do."

— Eleanor Roosevelt