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What I wanted to, to what I became its the question that has haunted my years in proximity of my thoughts and kind. My passion of what was above my mind, where there was specks of nothing filled with glimmers of light. I lingered on this thought of where I wanted my mind to stretch to the outer reaches of what was beyond my perception. My life was a hurricane and I was a petal swaying in tormented jest.  I couldn't find a star up above to end this constant anguish. I only saw tears fall from above washing away the thoughts of youthful jest. I could not see what in youth was gradually washed out. Now I an I shadow of my adolescent youth, Now contained within a hollow shell. I am drone like others that do the same steps. I miss you innocent thoughts of youthful wanting to be above my thoughts. I wanted to be in the stars or at least be an astronomer of sights above. But I languish in this time of repetitiveness. adulthood has stolen my innocence of before, I want to once again idyllically stare at the stars.
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
What Did I Want To Be...
What I wanted to, to what I became its the question that has haunted my years in proximity of my thoughts and kind. My passion of what was above my mind, where there was specks of nothing filled with glimmers of light. I lingered on this thought of where I wanted my mind to stretch to the outer reaches of what was beyond my perception. My life was a hurricane and I was a petal swaying in tormented jest.  I couldn't find a star up above to end this constant anguish. I only saw tears fall from above washing away the thoughts of youthful jest. I could not see what in youth was gradually washed out. Now I an I shadow of my adolescent youth, Now contained within a hollow shell. I am drone like others that do the same steps. I miss you innocent thoughts of youthful wanting to be above my thoughts. I wanted to be in the stars or at least be an astronomer of sights above. But I languish in this time of repetitiveness. adulthood has stolen my innocence of before, I want to once again idyllically stare at the stars.
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
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