What happens to us
when we forget why we've
become who we are?
I wish I could make up my mind about why I'm here.
Hell, why anyone is here.
Some days;
i'll find myself
wishing
waiting
and finding myself feeling the same as normal.
Just odd.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC
What happens to us
when we forget why we've
become who we are?
I wish I could make up my mind about why I'm here.
Hell, why anyone is here.
Some days;
i'll find myself
wishing
waiting
and finding myself feeling the same as normal.
Just odd.
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