Even my words are drowning
Even my words are drowning in a sea of wannabes
I am not sure which race to run anymore
I am tired of trying
Can I actually make it .
My 7 year old self will be disappointed
And my 70 year old self will be ashamed
Somebody told me the struggle is also part of the story
But I am not a big fan of drama
Like what kind of story is this
That I am just decaying in my own mistery
So I need the freedom to choose
Where to go forward or to quite
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