Disconnect
Looking at my name rings with a familiarity...
But a disconnect at the same time.
I ask myself who I am and what I'm doing.
What I want.
Who I want.
Constantly questioning things but absent-minded at the same time.
It's ridiculous.
Mind silently wandering.
Valuing my income but undermining my brilliance n devaluing my thoughts.
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