First
What I am doing is writing
I used to write a lot when I was younger
What I am doing is wasteing
I thought I would have been further when I was younger
What I am doing is trying
I never put in any effort when I was younger
Fuck being younger,
now I am older and realize that nothing is fantasized and everyone is normalized
Seeking for torment,
I see all the vital signs but decide to do otherwise because I met you.
Fuck being older
Realizing it was all for nothing
Seeking hope
I found hope, but keep it in my back pocket and let the sad thoughts drive
Not everything makes sense,
and some nonsense is non sensical
Non sencial could be made up
So could I.
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