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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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<p>Why now</p><p>Some how</p><p>is everything</p><p>so fucking loud</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>You dont matter</p><p>your thoughts either</p><p>keep it locked up</p><p>for -eeee- ver</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Her thoughts...</p><p>What are they?</p><p>can I know?</p><p>Hardly</p>

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