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I want.

I want to write again.
Poems, short stories.
I don't have time.
I want to be able to learn, maybe a new language or something to help my career.
I don't have time.
I want time to go out and do things, make experiences.
I don't have time.
I don't have money.
I have rent, bills and myself.
FOMO is a bitch.

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