no one.

i've yet to tell a soul this is even here. i think it's funny.

so funny.

day

yes, another day.

where am i going though?

it seems so routine.

it seems so dull.

my life is perceived by what other people have viewed as right.

but what's so right?

it's running a life of an ant.

just working for tomorrow.

a busy body.

i'm tired of that.

i want real moments.

i want you to be you

i want me to be me.

this

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