Just That

Sometimes, if not most of the time, it’s the little thing that makes me down.

Instead of doing something about it, I just sit still and overthinking about it, and… just that.

Instead of improving myself, I lay down on my bed, rolling over and…. just that.

Instead of finishing the task, I panic.

Sometimes it’s just that for me to stop.

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