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The inevitables of life have really been getting to me lately I didn't know her very well but She died and... it made me question my entire being It really really bugs me. I couldn't even cry and still can't and that bugs me even more Now I don't even know what I want anymore and I have this impending doom  creeping in my chest  "The world could end tomorrow and I have wasted my life" kind of doom. Now I am a third the way through it And I can't go back More likely half The underwater explorer, a man on the moon, the world saving scientist, love...children And that's it. Dreams are just that. until they die or are killed by someone elses dream And I'm sitting here watching my closest friends go through it Every stage from young until old Realizing that I have been staring into a mirror my entire life Locked in a box made of societal issues so thick I can't hear the people screaming at me "Your life is a lie and so is mine!" The dread is overwhelming That IS the wisdom. One simple problem one simple answer It all ends the same No one ever gets young And we all think there is plenty of time.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
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The inevitables of life have really been getting to me lately I didn't know her very well but She died and... it made me question my entire being It really really bugs me. I couldn't even cry and still can't and that bugs me even more Now I don't even know what I want anymore and I have this impending doom  creeping in my chest  "The world could end tomorrow and I have wasted my life" kind of doom. Now I am a third the way through it And I can't go back More likely half The underwater explorer, a man on the moon, the world saving scientist, love...children And that's it. Dreams are just that. until they die or are killed by someone elses dream And I'm sitting here watching my closest friends go through it Every stage from young until old Realizing that I have been staring into a mirror my entire life Locked in a box made of societal issues so thick I can't hear the people screaming at me "Your life is a lie and so is mine!" The dread is overwhelming That IS the wisdom. One simple problem one simple answer It all ends the same No one ever gets young And we all think there is plenty of time.
Govampdar
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
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