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I turn the pages, Blank, blank, blank Everyone is better than me Was there a time where I did not concern myself with being Better, unique, perfect; With achieving, Showing everyone I’m smart. my intelligence is just a meaningless number on a piece of paper If I’m so close to being a genius then why can’t I do better I can write but I can’t figure out the numbers, I just repeat, repeat, repeat, the pattern Over and over, and over. How do you divide? The numbers get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth I think and then forget, a cycle, everyday I can’t remember things anymore. I have forgotten how the wind works. I know it’s not the trees. What was her name? Whose birthday was that? Who broke that toy of mine when I was seven? Was I the problem? Was it really true? Was it my fault? Was I always like this, disconnected, apart, alien I think there’s something wrong but I am not upset I can’t be bothered to be scared about the future We all die someday Will I die without achieving? There it is again, always on my mind. I yearn to be loved, to love back, to be idolised, to help, to lead, to win, to be known and to know. Hello, Earth? Are you there? I think I am lost.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
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I turn the pages, Blank, blank, blank Everyone is better than me Was there a time where I did not concern myself with being Better, unique, perfect; With achieving, Showing everyone I’m smart. my intelligence is just a meaningless number on a piece of paper If I’m so close to being a genius then why can’t I do better I can write but I can’t figure out the numbers, I just repeat, repeat, repeat, the pattern Over and over, and over. How do you divide? The numbers get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth I think and then forget, a cycle, everyday I can’t remember things anymore. I have forgotten how the wind works. I know it’s not the trees. What was her name? Whose birthday was that? Who broke that toy of mine when I was seven? Was I the problem? Was it really true? Was it my fault? Was I always like this, disconnected, apart, alien I think there’s something wrong but I am not upset I can’t be bothered to be scared about the future We all die someday Will I die without achieving? There it is again, always on my mind. I yearn to be loved, to love back, to be idolised, to help, to lead, to win, to be known and to know. Hello, Earth? Are you there? I think I am lost.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
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